Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Voyage of the Dawn Treader

 

I float on the warm

wind under my arms this morning

I am a dawn treader

my feet feel the bike pedals

through the thin rubber of my Converse

 

I smile lazily,

privately, at everyone who meets my roaming eye

 

I probably confused you

when I said, biking by,

“Good morning”

and when you looked and saw

elbows out, hands resting luxuriantly on my head

as I crossed the streetcar tracks on Spadina

 

I am a dawn treader this morning,

friend,

will you come float with me?

 

 

– VB April 19th, 2006

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