Skidding

Do you remember when
the puddles froze over and
with your grip-worn school shoes
you launched yourself upon that tiny rink?

Skidding, sailing, blurring.
Gliding above the asphalt,
your step smearing into infinity.

And when you first controlled
the wobbling wheel of your bike
and your balance came good
pedalling down the driveway triumphant.

Steering, turning, rolling.
Crunching down the gravel,
your momentum gathering pace.

What about when you first took off
careering down a wave?
You felt the board surge beneath you
and a new rush soared within.

Dropping, bursting, cruising.
Elation in the sea,
your heart pounding with victory.