SKATING by Steve Fortney

Skating

He leaves marks

On its surface

Scratched glass

The pond below

Sleeps. There are

Some fish there

And weeds 

As he goes 

The bottom falls

Out of sight

He skates on

Thinking this

And that

His children

The state 

Of the world

How cold it is

Though the sun

Shines brightly

There is no

Thinking below

Or if there were 

He wouldn’t

Understand it

Still, he must

Avoid thin ice

To break through

And find out

A  danger

Skating alone

No-one near

To help him.