The Bottom of the Mountain
Exhilarating sting of snow
light dusting of powdered sugar lashes
you flew in the night
skis whispering
catch up
catch up
the frozen surface crunches
and chatter-chants
sister, brother
wait, wait
wait for me
at the bottom of the mountain.
The siren trees bend and speak
plant your pole
bend your knees
catch up
catch up
the wind and stars call to you
at the fork
you are swallowed
whole.
We will remember you
forever
at the bottom of the mountain.
by Jennifer Shneiderman
Twitter: @JenniferShneid3
Editor’s Note: Repetition and short lines create speed in this poem, calling to mind the motion of skiing and the pounding of one’s heart as the bottom of the mountain rushes up to you.
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