Proof Of Our Existence Poem by Elizabeth Shield

The lake was a silent ring of ice in the predawn cold
Wind in the trees became a staccato percussion
To us;
Chilled and frostbitten we danced metallically
Across the frozen expanse
Sharp metal blades hungering to cut the ice.
We carved up the opaque oval with our silvery flight
A dozen circles overlapped behind us
There was a sort of rhythm in our existence there
The clattering branches became our heartbeats
Excited, straining, whirling in the dark
There was no purpose in our swift and winding motion
But still the chandelier of stars hung over us
Until the sunlight melted it away
Still, our dance lingered
Past the coming of the light
And past our departure.
Daytime wept icy tears upon them
Our graceful grooves, a shining diamond necklace
A beautiful creation, a proof of our existence