Tiny Tiptoes

A little wisp of little girl
Glides across the stage.
To take her place
In
No
Mans
Land.
High
Her dainty hands held
Above her tightly covered head.
She dips her toothpick legs so
Low.

H
G
I
Then in an arc. H
She raises her foot. So
So
E v e r y s t e p m a k e s r i p p l e s
In a sea so calm it appears like glass.


Then she
Leaps.
Her arms extended to the heavens.
Dainty fingers brushing clouds,
Legs in a perfect ---
And she lands on
Tiptoes.

Silence.
Breathless audience.
She twirls for the world.
She is Pure.