Phoenix was a Figure Skater
Benjamin Bagocius
Phoenix was a figure skater
Falling was normal
No matter what move you did—
spin, Axel, spiral,
forward, backward—often
you fell
Phoenix didn’t fear a fall
because ice was less hard
than harsh in its unwavering
tenderness. Though each
blade scrape and toe-pick jab
cut lines and shadows
like wrinkles across its face,
ice responded by staying
itself: young, clear,
refreshable
Did Phoenix prefer landing jumps
to falling on them?
We do not know
For when he fell
he was less shocked than quick,
standing up right away
so as not to be in the way
of another skater
barreling toward him
into a jump
Phoenix was never surprised
at seeing others fall, either—
beginners or Olympic athletes
It’s what they did together
out in the open in front
of each other and the casual spectator
So later when virus,
accident, attack
happened
he was not surprised
to find himself
on hands
and knees
for life was a slip,
the body thrashed
as in rapids
less than a second
after it had been free
of gravity and ground,
God’s sweet spot
in the air
Phoenix rose because his soul
was ice
When burned and scalded
it became light
as air
About the Author
Benjamin Bagocius, Ph.D., writes and teaches at intersections of spirituality, queer sexuality, and literature, and he facilitates online spiritual writing-and-conversation gatherings to refresh mind, body, and soul. He can be reached at BenjaminBagocius.com.