Etchings of a Frozen Recreation

So generous
offering itself
entirely, to
young and
old alike,
providing
sanctuary
in those sliding
motions-

foot glides on leather
laced tight top the
bridgework bone-

leather connects to
blade-where in
concert, movements
lather in streaks and
glances, etching
frozen layers thin

and in this peaceful
repetition, the mind-
expands-wrapping thought
in topical individualities

yet, when legs tire  or
temperature sinks well
below breathable depths,
the blades are removed
and the voices dim
until
all that remains
are the scars
recreation layers- remixing
the landscape-and
frozen leaves the art

Boxing February

Through our lives, we often compartmentalize.  We sort pieces of ourselves and our surroundings into the equivalent of stacks of boxes, sorted in randomness.  The most near, the ones with the highest priorities often are closest to our reach, the others get buried for future recall.  Everyday we add new boxes, which undoubtedly one day, will need to be cleaned.  Until then our minds become storage facilities for unwanted or what we deem as unnecessary memories, or as depicted in this painting closets we simply toss things into, in order to make the room more presentable.