Fishbowl World

From the bowl it eyes People bloated by the glass, Fingers drop in worms. I look at the sky And wonder if right now I Am in a fishbowl. The goldfish and me, Are we in a larger pond? Is our earth a speck? Does our universe Adorn a tiny corner Of someone’s big world?


The stars watch lazily from the sky While the clock speeds away, Moments slipping through my fingers Remind me this night too will fade. The spade waits to be picked again While I rest on the dewy grass. Get up son, it seems to say, Morning will gallop in, in a few hours. Wait, O … Continue reading Wait