Camelot

Camelot                              12/1/2016

Alone on the ice

I never felt so free

Master of my own silence

Gliding effortlessly

Cold, white and clean. 

I could see my breath

And hear the blade

Striking and sliding

And picking up speed. 

For a brief moment

The ice castle was mine

My own fortress of silence

Perfectly carved

Solid, and clear.

Joined by the family

We raced down the hall

Laughing and playing

Holding hands

In lazy circles. 

The spirit is here

Surging in my veins

Shouting with abandon

Absurdities with glee.

Our voices ringing

Off the rafters

And our laughter

Hanging in the eaves. 

Our own private Camelot

And our own beautiful dream

Invisible, impregnable,

Silver, white, and cream.