Is she different? She isn't, really Her form is common The same as every heavenly body is a sphere There are exceptions, however The elliptical, lob sided, and dimpled But all inhabit the one universe A passion not different and unfamiliar
She is governed by the same laws But she has her own rules Seats fill and nails are bitten off at the climax of her finale Her performance has an unassuming start As her play matures, her movement becomes intricate Her tempo ever elevating with precision through a blockade of formidable opposition Through control, agility and some elastico she beats the competition Though some halt her unfairly Then a momentary pause and expectation Who will guide her home? She glides swishly over a towering wall Through the thick air of silence of those now at the edge of their seats Her aimed landing is greeted with a shouting leaping ovation
She rattles goals to the joy and dismay of thousands Look! On the mountains are the feet of one bringing good news On her mountain is a golden foot of one bringing trophies What she is has been called beautiful Beauty is to one viewer's eye different Perhaps she is different- a different beauty