She is sculpted strength
she is pure balanced grace
head to her amazing toes
a work of athletic art
finely lathed
performance perfection
see the powerful slender neck
the defined sinewy form
of her athlete’s body
tuned muscle
connects tuned muscle
they enwrap the reach
of her strong graceful arms
firmly span her solid shoulders
empower her straightened back
ripple her taught stomach
tapering to a tight waist
down long lithe limber legs
of cut carved precision power
she is stunning
she is breathtaking
she is a prima ballerina
in this moment
she is anxious
but she is also
filled with excitement
she knows she need not be frightened
she knows the fluid moves
sees the precise steps
clearly in her mind
she knows the stride
the position of her body
just before elevation
she understands the speed
the run up
the lead foot
the plant angle
the knee bend
the thrust
she has done this
thousands of repetitions
no need for trepidation
she knows the energy
of the moment
of the crowd
as they anticipate
as she anticipates
the lift off
the rise
the glorious weightlessness
the thrill of flying
the feel of returning to earth
to her toes
she intimately understands
how to offset the momentum
to snap to a graceful stop
come to point
straight and strong
arms raised and extended
she remembers well the applause
that exhilaration
she knows this all
to her bones
she can do this
in her sleep
she has this mastered
she is a master dancer
but?
no!
she squelches the flash of doubt
she grows quiet in her mind
she is ready
she is in the zone
her body is coiled
she hears only the orchestra
there is now only they
and she
with the first note
she leaps
to her joy
to her glory
she is invincible
enraptured
swept up
in the consuming fire
and magnificent fury
of her honed body
in the dance
rob kistner © 2021
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