Skiing as Metaphor for Life

There’s an upfront cost
Just to get onto the mountain,
Followed by an initial, largely passive
Ride to the start–a ride seeming interminable at the time
But in retrospect halcyon and cruelly short.
Finally, you lean forward over your skis
And launch
Into a mad headlong dash
Filled with unexpected moguls and trees
Before arriving, if you’re lucky,
At a cozy base lodge,
Where you drink cocoa
And warm your feet
Next to a radiator
As the sun sets
Over the pines.

Author: Dr

Itinerant doctor | Intermittent blogger

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