Ballerinas 💃🩰👠

Ballerinas float on clouds,
They can’t be pulled down by the
Weight of gravity,
They seem closer to the bright stars than the worn-out floor below.

I wish my emotions were like this,
That every tight pinch and salty stare did not make my
Heart leap to my throat,
Beneath my eyes, dribbling the wetness of
Imminent tears.

Ballerinas exhibit a poise so refined,
They make the granulated sugar on my breakfast table seem
Too coarse to lace my morning chai.

I wish I had the dancer’s grace, so pure,
That my actions were not clumsy and awkward,
Often falling,
Often searching for the truth by feeling out the clammy darkness.

Ballerinas show that we are alive,
Every pirouette represents a spin of the Earth on its axis,
The world going round and round,
Each human breathing in and out.

I close my eyes, and I see the memory of
Yesterday embalmed in the poetic dancing.
The ballerinas remind me that the past mattered,
That today matters, and that
Tomorrow will matter, too.