Mark

POEMS



Temporality
of
Ski Trams

Gondolas
today were
comfortable
even decadent
mostly, I
rode alone
a solo
meditative
space
in the sky
amidst
the grandeur
of the beauty
that took
geologic time
to enfold.
The trams
were different
they are like
big busses
or subway cars
during rush hour
it must have been a
hundred of us all crammed
in there with our ski gear
sweaty
I was pushed
up against a 
phalanx of other
skiers
their helmets and poles
in close quarters
my boots were tightening
and the angle
of my ankle
felt especially uncomfortable
Then I thought
the beauty and grandeur
of this winter kingdom
and the tram ride
it’s all part of the waiting
waiting until
I see you
again
This all
of this
is part of
the that
grand symphony







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