Poetry
A Skier's Prayer of Thanks
I
pray the sun will rise in glory.
As sharp, shaped skis prepare for flight.
My face is turning upward first,
To pray my legs will find me light.
As words are formed on chapsticked lips,
The thanks I feel will sound like this:
If all I have should fail today,
If family, health or wealth expire,
Let first-run memories stay with me,
On mountains that inspire.