Ski Trip

We stand on a cloud –
a snow covered cliff
in the avalanche zone
of Keystone, Colorado –
where the wind whirls and whips
with wide open palms
piercing our parkas
like needles and
you look cold.
Our teeth click and clack -
Our voices shake and shiver -
And I would complain right now,
but I’m getting too old
for that -
and so are you.
You with your sharp smile clenching
onto this one last
father and son
ski trip.