Cross-Country Skis

Crystalline lake ice that won't break
All of them drivers in their own
Buckling knees
And cross-country skis
As we coast over soil and leaves

My I look brave
You start to say
Turning around to the others

Loosen my feet
And rock in defeat
How have I lost my way so fast

Lost without knowing which way to turn
Found and knowing
There's more than one way

There under lake like a prism break
We are in love with the past
Burdens and skis
In the wake of things
We threw them off of our feet