Skier

He swings down like the flourish of a pen
Signing a signature in white on white.

The silence of his skis reciprocates
The silence of the world around him.

Wind is his one competitor
In the cool winding and unwinding down.

On incandescent feet he falls
Unfalling, trailing white foam, white fire.

--Robert Francis

from Room for Me and a Mountain Lion: Poetry of Open Space, selected by Nancy Larrick.