THE BALLET


She floats across the floor
On legs that caress the air
The music is part of her while
She dances with subtle moves

The lights are low
The audience quiet
Anticipating the gentle grace
That is her

They watch the private moment
She shares with them
On the wooden stage
Her essence of being

Every intimate thought
Is expressed in the motion of her body
She does not hide
But smiles with her arms open wide

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000