Motion

Glazing along the surface of the frozen lake, 
my blade shreds ice up into the air behind me 

like a jetski. I'm the fastest there ever was. 
The cold wind strips my face down to nothing. 

The sky is an infinity of grey, the ground a pad of white. 
The horizon is dark with trees. I'll never get there.

Still I flee, racing like I was made to.
I shine on and on and on, with nothing to give shade to.

My hat and scarf flapping. My mittens clenched.
My mind resplendent. I'm the fastest there ever was.