downhill racer

metaphor for passion, rough work in progress

down the slope, into

everywhere, into nowhere

ice crystals on your

lips and the fire of flight

in your limbs  -- over a slight

rise, and as you gasp,

finally, that brief moment

infinitesimal

the knife-sharp sensations of

leaving earth then softly but

softly joining it

once again only to hunger

for that one instant

of freedom down the slope,

into everywhere, into

nowhere  --  i am flesh,

o god and the mountain’s snow

is forever  --  let

me sing in this slow-motion

flight down the white mountainside