People are not shoes.

Most everything we tell ourselves is a lie.
I wish all these social strings we could untie.

The Release

The skate floor really takes a pounding
when in stress I feel like drowning.
It's constantly put in my ears,
that I must overcome my fears.
When I feel my blood stream whirling,
when I feel my beating muscle burning,
I must bring it to the floor
all my worries and cares to pour
everything onto that track,
leaving all within the pack.

Frozen

My skates with blades sit lonely,
my suit is wet and the water lovely.
Lake, I enjoy your warmth in summer
but when winter comes,
I hope you are frozen.

My juice is poured into popsicle trays,
I want relief from the hot summer days.
Juice, I enjoy a nice cool drink,
but in the summer heat,
I hope you are frozen.

There is beauty in sunshine, beauty in rain
beauty in liquid and solid state.
Seasons, I enjoy your changing,
to stay the same would be prosaic
I hope you are never frozen.


A girl I was talking to lives in Canada and is down here in the south helping out a family in our church for a few months. She misses the snow and she said she keeps looking at the lakes and saying "I hope you are frozen!"

Slope Equations

Math so challenging it makes my head pound.
It steals my spirits from the sky and throws them to the ground.

Social Swing

We just met tonight

but with our arms we hold each other.

It is not awkward for one,

nor the other.

It is not because of taking a behemoth chance

It is simply because you asked me to dance. 

Swinging with the swing cats!

Athletic Recovery

Ice pack, ice bath, cold.
All for healing a skater,
Rough recovery.

 ~Or~

Ice pack, ice bath, cold.
All for healing an athlete,
Rough recovery.

Written after practice.

Oh those boys on wheels
I'm instantly attracted
I love inliners