Poem: Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes

Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes

Twirling in a puddle,

Tiny feet treading the depths

Of a child’s imagination,

Splashing to music she alone hears,

Lying in bed

At night

She dreams in

Soft pirouettes,

Too young to know

What a dancer is,

She just is

A child who moves

On butterfly wings,

She'll one day bring

Fans to their feet

With pirouettes and leaps

That make them weep

From the unexpected gift

Of her dancing.