ODE TO: ice skating

We all will never be able to fly a plane. It’s too complicated, too many moving metal parts, but that’s okay. We can be a one-man machine on ice; we can hold onto rails as the ground slips beneath our feet, choose to let the unnatural glide become familiar, crash into each other, 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 till it fulfills the need to fly and no one will mourn.