At the Ballet
The beautiful chiffon flowing,
Children are mulling,
Changing the choreography last second
Hoping not to get caught.
Tiny dancers trying to tame their nerves
Tying their pointe shoes tight
Going over the terrifying jumps in their heads
Not wanting to tumble on stage.
Amazing acrobatics are about to unfold
Armies of gorgeous women flood the stage
The audience in awe
Of the airels and attitudes ensuing.
Flying high
Floating above the ground
Fighting gravity to avoid crashing
Feather light on their feet.
Turning and turning on their toes
Tumbling is not an option
Trying to maintain composure
A good turn out and smile is everything.
The end is near
Eager to rest and put their feet at ease
Hungry for more
Striving for nothing less than excellence.
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