Twirling

Twirling-Twirling

Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage

The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.

Spinning like a little girl in the rain

Making it look so easy, but yet so hard

The precise frappe out of the spin

Like a prancing reindeer in the snow.

The lights as bright as the sun

Staring into them trying not to look at the audience to much,

In case of falling of balance from nervousness.

Spinning

Spinning-Spinning

One extra turn and she would do it,

But now it’s there and it happened

The judges had to have seen it

It was as clear as water

So broken she remembered…

                                    Remembered-remembered

Robby! The music man!

She had to get his attention so he could slow the tempo

So she could get back up and cover up her upsetting mistake.

One leap was it up

                        Up-up

She went her legs opened and shut like scissors cutting paper

She had done it and won

Dance is like life

It has an end and a beginning and some mess-ups in between.