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.