Allowing

It is hard
and I like
that it’s hard,
this skating
on skis
as fast
as I
can ski,
which means
as deep
as I
can breathe—
my lungs
they heave,
they heave
and burn
and the chest
inflates
and its thigh push
and arm pole,
hips rise
and fall,
and mygod
I am flying,
I’m flying,
I’m one with
the fall line,
I’m governed
by gravity,
in awe
how it works
so faithfully,
I am falling,
I’m falling,
I’m being skied,
there is more
than breath
rushing
through me.