Too early, too early!
Mother said
But I still left at dawn
Through powder snow
All the way
My skate blades
Clatter along
There's nobody in the clearing
I'm stepping on ice
And while I'm sweeping
Snow from a strip
It cracks far out
Under the sugary white
It bangs and echoes
Like a lashing whip
Moving on, moving on, thin ice
Then I circle around
With a quiet grind
Sometimes I stumble
I keep control
The wet spots
I try not to mind
Water sloshes
In the fishing hole
Moving on, moving on, thin ice
Dashing along
I feel heat
All is frozen
Under my feet
Half a life has passed since then
I am back here on the shore
My son is skating
He raises his hand
I feel the cold
In my core
Moving on, moving on, thin ice
Moving on, moving on, thin ice
