leg muscles taut as iron, <br />arms splayed out, <br />hardly moving... <br />back rigid <br />temperature frigid. <br /> <br />inch forward... <br />concentration intense <br />buttocks clench <br />move a little faster <br />i must master <br />this.... <br /> <br />eyes down <br />watch my feet <br />ankles slowly pass each other <br />then meet again <br /> <br />arms raising <br />moving quicker <br />feeling slicker <br />one leg shoots <br />out from my side <br />the other glides <br />across the ice <br />and down i go <br />flat on my back <br />smack! <br /> <br />feel an old fool <br />when little tom <br />glides gracefully like a swan <br />up to me, turns his skates <br />makes the ice vibrate <br />and says... <br />'need a hand'<br /><br />rachael richmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unbalanced-2/
