Ballet

I hear the music dancing across the glistening floor

The wood shines of fresh wax and rosin

The smell of tree sap

I step into the middle of the floor and let the music wash over me

Then I hear my cue

My head rises and so does my heart

This is where I belong

In my white practice tutu, and my worn satin pointe shoes

My leotard and pink tights

I begin

I start with some grand jetes

Leaps across the room  

Next comes my series of pirouettes, turning and spinning

My favorite part

I am one with the music

The music is one with me

Now I do three series of atitudes

Part of a combo

Then I do several chaines across the floor

Galloping like a free horse

I am lost in the music

I am lost in my thoughts of going pointe shoe shopping

Hard sheank, wide box, firm arch

Freed,

My favorite maker of the shoes

I can feel the sweat dripping down my neck

I can feel it dripping down my spine where my leotard dosen’t reach

I am out of breath and tired

But that doesn’t bother me

I am in my element

I am like a dove gliding over the trees

The music stops

I stop

Breathing hard I am dropped heavily into reality again

Jolted awake

But I want to go back

I yearn to go back

I want to stay in that focused sense

of Nothingness

A wise person once told me

Ballet is like Origami

You have to be very precise

only then can you make a beautiful thing.