26 January 2013
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.
Tiny Tiptoes • Opuss № I