Dawn

The open eyes of dawn
Gaze knowingly as the dance begins
The dancers have had no rehearsal
Yet they perform flawlessly
There are those who float
Ecstatically through the morning air Others curl up in corners
Twisted by pain
The oblivious ones wander
Seeing nothing at all
The jagged, rigid riders
Attempt to pierce the veil
While those without edges
Roll smoothly toward perfection
Striving to move without friction
As dawn continues to smile