Glide past the trees,
let the blades under your feet
scrape the surface
as you spin and laugh;
nothing can break
the ice below.
You’ll hear it first,
frown at the sound.
But then the reality
plunges you through,
into the endless depths
of that frozen river.
And though you’ll pull yourself out,
your legs will shake;
a shiver won’t leave
as you slide further on.
The hole you created
remains open to the wind.