ODE TO: ice skating

We all cannot fly a plane. It’s too complicated, too many moving metal parts to trust everybody to steer. But you can be a one-man machine on ice; you can hold onto rails as the ground slips beneath your feet, crash into another pilot, or even fly together with outstretched arms and interlocked fingers, someone pulling the other a little faster. We’ll just go round and round in circles and no one will mourn.