slamming into the guardrails
my beanie thrown off
lungs heaving.
So much for
defying gravity,
I mumble as I crawl around on my knees
rescuing my hat
from almost getting run over.
I’m about to pull myself up
to a standing position
when a wobbly pair of skates
accompanied by one of those walkers
kids learning to navigate the ice use
appears before me.
Well, well, well,
a familiar voice calls down to me.
My, how the tables have turned.
I scramble to my feet
ignoring my throbbing backside.
This is not
how I saw this going.
You’re here, I blurt out.
I am,
Lyric responds
her tone neutral.
She is wearing jeans
an oversized purple hoodie
that peeks out from under a black coat.
She is radiant
half of her braids thrown up
