On the orange line
East to West
in the last car
is one aisle seat
facing front
Only one
Take that
From here the spine of the great beast undulates
as she swerves and sways, sinks and soars
An amusement park ride
Unnoticed by passengers
Unknowingly engaged
In an urban ballet of
bounce
weave
entrance
and exit
You
See
The curve of St. Henri,
The orange flash of Vendome
The rise to Ville Marie and Plamandon
You may be surprised
You may be dizzy
You may be so delighted you open to the world
reaching over to the scary bald guy
to tell him you like his tattoo
Happy
He tells you of Vikings
who used this symbol to navigate stars
ensuring safe return
You
See
The train is the ship
The body is the ship
Life is the ship
And we are always finding our way home.