An older teen, blind and paraplegic
with slurred and inarticulate speech,
he was strapped to a small sled,
balanced on a wide ski
and being tortured down
the bunny slope in a series of
wide, graceful arcs by a volunteer.
Clearly, it terrified the poor child,
you could hear him all over the hill
screaming like one of the damned,
his breath coming spasmodically,
his body twitching to and fro, wanting
to be done with it, wanting to be gone,
wanting to be someplace, anyplace,
another place else. But then, at the bottom,
breathless, by then bouncing in his seat,
I heard him say it: Again!
And then even louder, Again! Again!
The incident that sparked this story happened at the Sunday River ski resort in Newry, Maine, where my wife and I recently vacationed. The last time we were there in 2012 the Once Skiing poem came out it.
The photograph was shot on this recent skiing trip. It is a selfie taken in a double paned window at the base lodge. (That’s a plastic sleeve over the camera to protect it from the falling snow.) To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
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