Bio Note: December 13th, I celebrated by nineth year of remission from leukemia. I never thought a day could mean so much. Now I have four grandsons under eight. The thrill and perspective they give me is unbelievable.
The Early Skater Clears the Pond
Like a water skipper I skimmed the pond, where reflections of warmer days and months were locked. I pumped and pushed the scoop and curling snow until creaking ice forewarned of traveling on. I passed my farthest skipping splash, my longest cast, and where my bobber popped a hundred times. I turned back and plowed another grey-green stripe across tongues of cabin lights and cloudy tracks of storms. across steepled evergreens and lacey fringe of golden trees. I turned back and back again, until laughter bounced its welcome song across the pond.
First published in Poetic Page 1991
©2022 Mark Weinrich
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