It's Still Life

Ferienskifahrer

I remember that our
ski instructor called us
Die ferienskifahrer.

Holiday skiers, he said.
Didn’t bother disguising
the sneer on his lips.

Our muscles tore and
bits on bones chipped
as we fell on the snow.

Ferienskifahrer. We, with
our legs stuck under desks
for 50 weeks of the year.

We, conquering the Alps like
Hannibal and his elephants.
I remember too well, each

morning, and the struggle
down the stairs, knowing
I should enjoy all this pain.

4b 05.06 “vacation” and
dVerse “Triplets“©️ Misky 2020