A Slippery Juxtaposition

Despite ice being solid and fixed

Really it is not. 

For one thing, circular skaters juxtapose

the cubic slab beneath their skates 

and our conversation flows

vapid yet colourful 

above it, as we skate. 

And I wonder, of the comfort in such solidity

and tangibility and all things firm. 

That I am "seeing" but cannot be, 

as "seeing" suggests a greater belief 

and greater certainty 

than this uncertain thing 

which means I would take greater faith in ice 

and its slippery juxtaposition. 

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