Hey, poets. I'm back with a new poem for you and this one is probably one of my favorites. I wrote this in the winter of 2008, when I was still learning how to ice skate so I could better understand ice hockey (which I blog about on my MLS and NHL insight blog) Anyway, enjoy this great poem.
Feet On Thin Ice
It is a cold and winter day and you step out.
That house that was once warm and full of merry.
Now surrounded by ice and snow that covers the ground.
I sit down at the edge of a lake nearby.
I look out across it, gazing at the incredibly thin ice.
For a moment, the ice stays there.
Then the feet start to move.
I stepped onto the thin ice, my feet feeling grim.
Every step, every inch, feeling like breaking ice again.
No cracks in the ground, no cold water to come in.
It was something I hadn't expect to begin.
The ice cracked then, pouring out in all angles.
I stopped for a moment, panicked and scared.
The ice sheets moved, taking me along with them.
There, I saw the cold water as still as can be.
I leap to the land and landed in the pool.
The shivers came to me, my teeth stone-cold.
They clattered and shook and scared my poor mouth.
That I couldn't dare to be thrown out.
I got out quick and ran back to the house.
To the warmth and the merry that I almost forgot.
I stepped inside quietly and completely shut the door.
Never to step out again onto the thin ice that got me.
