In a bus line
in the heart of the city,
in a hailstorm thrusting silver shards of icy glass
deep into the concrete earth,
a woman holds a little Japanese baby
the colour of Cadbury’s
Dairy Milk Chocolate.
Asleep in peace,
his little fingers wave in the air like
undulating undersea fronds.
Beneath the coloured threads and protective fibres
of his logoed rainsuit,
no fever shakes the young child’s bones,
no distrust disturbs the sleep of purity,
no threats or worries fly about
in his head so full of wonder and learning.
In this child’s dreams lies the promise
Of the new year.
Jak's View of Vancouver v.3 