A slide downhill
Eris cursing you from above
You pretend to steady yourself
Steady your mind
So as not to appear
Foolish
Or unaware
There is no grip
You just
Allow the icy ground to take you
Logic states there has to be a bottom
An end at some point
You feel that
Breeze on your shoulder
Something passing you at speed
You’re locked in
Locked down
Rabbit in their line of sight
Circling the track
Pulled and pulled
That little box where you started
Has to reappear at some point
Then the level playing field
And mud in your eye
Always moving with the crowd
No traction
Gravity still weighing
Just an extra atmosphere or
Two
And down you go
The sea floor
Head in the diver’s helmet
No peripheral vision
Neck fixed
Locked forward
A little left
A little right and then
Climbing to the surface
Some light has to shine in sometime
Cloud and rain greet you
And colluding remain distant
Subtle
Hiding every star that would
Otherwise
Guide you.