Wiping Down the Skis with Flannel Cloths
LAST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN
WITH GRAND KIDS
This afternoon we put skis away.
We wipe skis clean with flannel cloth.
The four of them, and me.
Yesterday's sunshine and cold
on memory's fresh face, burnished.
This year they found their way
without me. Mountain maps,
back packs, packed lunches,
re-uniting at High Camp,
taking care of the other, and time.
We don't put away time.
Time is the mountain we ski.
Time is what opens without talk.
4 April 2017