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?

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