I'm Ready

I’m ready

For the chilly mornings

Covered with frost

And broken routine.

I’m ready

For the car rides

Long but short

Asking which 

Taylor Swift album 

Will be played today.

I’m ready

For the hustle

Of getting ready

Because I need

To be fast

But then when 

I don’t have to be fast

I still am 

And am ready before 

Everyone else.

I’m ready

For the rides uphill

Which are sometimes

Annoying

And those are the times

Where I wish 

I could teleport

But they also can be nice

For various different reasons

That show at different times.

I’m ready

For the sound

Of snapping

And bending plastic

Of gates

The noises

Like music

While I race

Down the hill

Past air and forest.

I’m ready

To feel my edges

Cut through the snow

In a methodical

Familiar motion

That does and doesn’t

Have a pattern

Or way of constant being.

I’m ready

For the fun days

With friends

Trying to look

Like I know

What I’m doing

In the park.

I’m ready

For the race days

Where I’ll wake up

Before the sun

Forcing my tired groggy

Brain and body to move.

I’m ready 

For skiing.