At the Ballet

Waiting there I stand,
poised and ready for instruction. The
others are in fourth position, hand
raised up high and smile higher. Then I see
it. They glide gracefully while I
wait on the edge in shadows.
I'm lost, I smile but I'm lost. Goodbye,
the others wave. No one knows
I'm standing there
but I smile anyway.
I want to shout. I'm right here!
I need to say,
but I don't. It's their mission
to keep me in first position.