Against Gravity

By: Allison Krantz

 

Frigid air pelts my face as my bandanna lifts into combat formation,

My body fills with trepidation,

My board nervously slides from side to side,

With a deep breath, I launch for the ride,

Crouching, picking up speed with rapid pace,

The pipe looms into the sky until disappearing without a trace,

Over the side, through the flat bottom, up the wall

With a leap, I pray not to fall,

My hand reaches for the tail as I go through the all familiar flips

With a twist, I land with steady footing before the jarring dips,

My heart soars as I realize my feat,

My hands pump into the air while pelted with sleet,

I push my snowboard against the ground as I slide onto my back,

The halfpipe glares at me, daring me to return, ready to attack.