I'm not sure what I fear the most:
the mountain looming large
in my goggles, this sport outside
all I've ever known. Bad enough,
its lingo cribbed from surfer speak
and Californians. "Dude, excellent
fakie!" translates as what exactly?
Then there might be bears, elk, deer...
Or eagles: fear's body double; Gemini
of the peaks. And when it's well
and truly over, how will I know
it's for me? Will I feel relieved,
get some kind of release, like how
the snow shifts and settles?