SWEEPING THE MOUNTAIN ON SOLSTICE
for Josh & Kate
Waiting for Ski Patrol at last light
on the shortest day of the year
last ones on the mountain
helping to put the mountain
to rest with ceremony,
your eyes with the Patrol’s mission
to look into trees, and tree wells
for any fallen or lost. Already
dark, wind blowing hard
through alpines making
its own noise. Two cousins
with their own take on a year still
in the middle of a plague.
This day doesn’t tip one way
or the other, tied for dark
and tied for light. The two
of you skiing fast through this,
nobody’s behind you on this run.
The two of you winter weathered.
Bushed. After you get out
of those ski boots
we’ll stop for burgers.
30 December 2020