Roller Girl

The closet door creaks open partially
I look towards it, and look away
It's nothing
It creaks open, all the way
I tiptoe over.
In my closet is...
A tunnel.
There is a tunnel.
In my closet.

Snow drifts around your face like a soft curtain covering the world.
The tree branches dip and sway under the weight of the silvery snow.
Everything is quiet.
Muted.

Music is the seagulls squawking on the beach
Music is the sound of thunder crashing and rain falling
Music is the laughter of my friends and I
Music is my feet crunching in dry fall leaves
Music is birds chirping and bees buzzing

I glide across the rink
a bolt of lightning
a bead of power
flowing
determined
I am a swan

I soar down the ice
smiling
but serious 
strong
yet graceful
I am a swan

I loop around the rink