Subject: Ice in Sheets
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-111.s48.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Mon Jan 4, 1999 at 7:51AM

It's one of those mornings when you know winter's finally here

When you go out your front door onto an iceberg you can't steer
And after walking around in circles whilst grabbing onto a post
You finally give it up as a lost cause and retire inside to roast

For you'd bundled up in many layers to prepare for the cold
But once you returned inside, all those clothes quickly got old
So you peel them all off as quickly as you can, one by one ...
All the while, looking outside thru glass at the rink - outdone

Knowing full well you will need sand or salt to throw all about
But also knowing ... with the rink ... you will never ever get out
So you resolve to stay inside and do without all the needed stuff ...
Because trying to deal with that mirrored face is a chore right enough

So you make the pledge to yourself to make nature's adversity
A really good reason to catch up on all you've overlooked, heartily
Leaving the skating rink stretching right from front door to the road
To resolve itself by the warmth of the sun's rays as they start to glow ...

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
7:38am Monday, Jan. 4th, 1998