I dream in spring of ice
may it blanket the earth all May long
I dream in summer of ice
not so much in drinks as in rinks
I dream in autumn of ice
may all leaves drop one frigid night and
may all ponds flash freeze deep and long
I dream never in winter
whether or not El Niño brings rain
I wait all year for blades to kiss and cry
shhh . . .
so when others puff and run inside,
I chuckle, for as long as there’s ice,
I gear up for the love of the game.