They carry their own gear now. Skis
finally longer than the length
of binding, bodies broader, taller
than the toddlers learning to waddle
across a shallow slope. They buckle
boots and push away, brushing
my worry from their shoulders
like snowflakes. I let them race
each other down the mountain,
choose my turns with care, knees
older than the legs they buttress.
They take me down expert paths,
certain I can navigate the bumps.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Just a little something for the day.
Posted by Lisa Cohen at 11:34 PM
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what a picture perfect moment you captured here.... i really liked the way that everyone aged,,, it worked really well.....ReplyDelete
since, i was there myself it visualized in front of me so vividly that i smiled..
nice thoughts and images.ReplyDelete