Worry

Whirling after hitting a spot of melted snow

Slick from the afternoon sun and yesterday's sledding adventures

I slam against the hardened snow, ice, and earth beneath me

Sure, it'll leave a bruise

But for the moment, I'm struck with how nice it is to not have time to worry

About assignments, assessments, assemblies

The mental reflex of worrying will be back

But for now, my brain is spinning

Focused on the frantic issue

Of tumbling down a snowy, treacherous hill

And I'm looking forward to the crash

When I reach the bottom