Fish out of water – persona poem

I swim ‘round and ‘round all day long,

One small bowl to live my whole life in.

I look out of the warped, murky plastic

And see a dark room. Could it belong to my owner?

Clothes are carelessly thrown about the room,

No one seems to remember the starving fish.

I swim to the other side of the bowl and look out the window,

The sight I see calms me- how I miss the wide open sea…

I must escape! Not longer can I keep living here, like this.

Time for the bowl to be cleaned?

Perfect timing!

The baggie I am in soon carries out the window- rolling my way home.

One tiny flaw…

It was not the ocean I saw; it was the swimming pool in the back yard.