On the Ice

There would be no place, 
But on the ice, 
That would please me just by the sight. 
As I slip on my skates 
And tie them tight, 
I step on the smooth ice. 
Feeling the padding in my leather boots, 
Makes me feel secure, like a poem does to you. 
As I hear the smooth metal gliding 
Against the smooth ice, 
I feel like I belong someplace. 
And when I am done, 
I take off my smelly boots. 
As that strong smell fills the room, 
I knew this is what I want in my life. 
This happy and smooth life, 
my life.

Rachel J. Dankbar