LIFE Poem: The fishbowl we share, by Natalie Eliza

It throws you in and spits you out,
All that you are,

You and I in the fishbowl,
You, my tankmate,
And the glass walls,

The air, the water,
The house, the decor,
The concrete, the gravel,
The heat, the softness,

The outside of the rim, the room, and the sky,
We will never touch alive,

I’m left with a thousand questions,

But I am given the same reasoning of the 8 year old,
Wandering the pet store,
Drawn to a fish,

A reasoning that is now and not then,
Leaves me out of the equation entirely