Run Like Hell by Nicholas Ingalls
 
The sun rising
Over the mountains
The peaks glistening
On perfectly groomed snow,
The early morning light
Reflecting off the glass
Snow, each ice crystal
Together creates
An image, meted
Into the ice.
Over the first mound
Skis now gliding
On sky not snow.
My left ski rumbles,
An earthquake at my foot,
Spitting land from leg,
My ski falls off, shooting
Off down the slopes.
My split second thought,
Land with one, stick it
And run like hell with
My other leg. A
Second passes, first
Leg lands on marshmallow
Snow, my second leg
Ready to run, connects.
Instantly ready to run,
Sinks into the snow, down
to the depths, becomes an
anchor. Falling, my plan failed.