Floating On Air©

Floating On Air©

Copyright 2015

by Felina Silver Robinson

When I was young

There were many things I wanted to master

Some I knew would be easy

Others I knew I would fail at

I was determined to find a way

That I could float on air

First I decided to run

And that I did

I would run like the wind

So fast that it never felt like

My feet ever touched the ground

The exhilarating arrival at each finish line

Was like the first bite out of my moms sweet apple pie

Time passed and the run was no longer fun

So it was time to dedicate my time to being solely on my toes

For years I

Stood in

First position

Second position

Third position

Fourth position

And

Fifth position

Then the words

Glissade

AssembÍe

Jeté

Soubresaut

Gangement

Temps levé

Sissonne fermeé

Sissonne ouvert

And

Sissonne emboité

Were all I could think about

Til one day with my brother

Practicing martial arts

I broke my ankle and that

Was the end to my floating on air

So I picked up a pen

I put it to paper and started to write

A poem each day

And found my home

In a corner of any room

This is now how you’ll find me

Floating On Air©