Sometimes you fly when you dance
even when your feet never leave the ground.
The graceful arcs of the tracks left by ski patrol’s
early descent of the slope, tell me
It is going to be a good day!
The seven inches of lovely, light, fresh snow
in the Columbine parking lot, clinch it!
Sometimes it’s hard to fly when you dance
and sometimes it’s hard to dance while you ski.
But, you can!
The tracks in the snow tell the tale to me.
Skiing is just dancing and flying –
at the same time.
Bill Corwin
Durango
