when charley soared across the ice
she wondered how it was tamed so nice
she thought it was too smooth
to be underneath heaven’s roof
glassy, it was almost clear
like a whistle in the ear
but this made no sense at all
with all the detritus of Fall
spinning this way and that
with the agility of a cat
charley didn’t like it one bit
this didn’t match the devil’s wit
she almost lost her breath
gulped the cold air and said
“this is no place for me, icy stream.
see, i’ve caught me in a dream.”
charley nearly escaped the white
except a slip and twisted ankle right
she lay upon the watery board
too solid in a liquid world
this was it, she bared down hard
waiting for fate’s jagged shard
when none came, she opened eyes
to see life’s most cruel blue skies