Senses of the Ice
I see the white flat snow glistening, like stars of the night
The people surround me, eyes waiting for my next move
One foot on the ice then two, one hand up then the other, its silent,
you could hear a pin drop
I glide to my center point, feel the smooth strokes, purple dress in
toe, heart pounding and legs shaking
The judges starring me down, I too give a glare
Boom! I hear the music, that’s the signal, time to rise and shine
I hear my newly sharpened blades move forward, side to side
The blades switch from inner outer, my head fly’s high
My senses are high tend
The music is blaring giving me cues for my first move
Here’s your chance, feel the first move, feel the timing fast and steady
Bam! First jump landed I feel the wind blow across my face
I feel the warmth of the crowds claps and woops, Yea, that’s what I
needed
My spin, so fast and centered, I’m defying gravity, I’m the spinner, I’m
in control
My heart is racing, the beating becomes intense
The smell of the ice
So cold but so comforting
Keeps me moving
Keeps me focused, on my toes or toe pick
Sharp and strong
I can taste literally the end of my program
More Importantly, a clean program
Last footwork move, my breath is heavy my moves more sluggish
Push, push taste the end, think of the blue and red air heads and
Pauline’s warm hug
Taste the victory that is yours with a sense of completion, I say.
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