Cracks

The shadows from the trees
Cast
From the talcum dusted
Winter moon
Cracked across the
Deeply embedded deer path
Like the black ice
Of the wide lake
That I navigated
On skates
As a child.

The sounds
Of the dark ice
Expanding under the metal blades
Of hockey skates
Cuts back into me now

As I hop
Skip
And jump
Into the bright spots
Shown to me
By this moon
Like the game Twister
Or Hopscotch.

Crack, crack
Your mother’s back.