Zero Visibility

by John Enright

She stood at the top of the hill in her skis
Unable to see all the way to her knees.
A whirling white world — blinded by snow —
Without any out but to push off and go.

So, trusting to balance and banking on skill,
She thrust herself forward and surged with the thrill
Of gliding along that invisible slope —
Coasting on courage, happy with hope.