Snow, blinding white rushes by.
Wind rushes as if the top’s down
On I-95. Jacket flaps wildly around
A built upper body crouched low.
Approaching the jump with too much
Speed. Adrenaline junkie coveting
Weightlessness. So difficult to come by.
His snowboard’s nose meets the jump’s base.
A matter of seconds before launch time. Bends
His knees. Leans back. Loads the pop off the
Tail as the nose hovers in the air. And then
There is nothing. He floats.