white sky,
trees remind
me of cracks
in ice--
the time
sarah & i
shuffled across
Lake Hennepin
in the sun,
an adjustment,
a shrug,
the sound
of knuckles,
crack and pop.
opaque to clear,
we walked on water,
toed frozen bubbles.
later we heard
that someone
fell through
and it was
a big deal.
how sweet
it is to be
ig no ra nt
of danger,
to step outside
and be merely
startled by
the weight
of the wind.
