I’m on thin ice, just skating by.
I don’t ask why: just be nice.
I am skating by as birds fly;
I never skate the same line twice.
I glide so smooth as fish swim below.
I don’t break stride. I go with the flow.
I enjoy this ride only I will know.
I face the wind as it constantly blows.
The ice will break at some point.
All I know is I’ll be ready. I skate steady.
If the ice melts, I will not be scared.
If myself or you fall through, it’s only fair.
The sun is hot; I know the ice will break.
I’ll skate this ice until I make a mistake.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 