there is a three year old on the slopes today
practically round and unable to ski
frustrated teacher motivated only
by his incessant cuteness
tumbling towards an end
at greater and greater speeds
tongue out, smiling, yelling, squealing
past me, and ever-downward.
the thing about kids is that they bounce
when they fall, they almost cannot break
so i am looking at the fall line
imagining round child rolling
off of mountain, into air
flying, gliding with the wind
shrieking, giggling, taunting me
and my obsession with gravity;
if i stand up now i will slide downwards
end up at the same place
the same disasters waiting for me
at the foot of the hill
leading me to the center
of my intimate maelstrom
my wasted smiles
i am hurtling downhill so fast
and all of my failures are so excited to greet me
when at last i reach rock bottom
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