In a shimmering distorted ripple I hang,
suspended,
eyes wide open in a fishbowl.
When I cannot see the world surrounding
I turn flips in the clear, crisp water
watching the hair on my head fall in
bizarre strands in the flow of liquid
But when I turn hesitantly to
see you staring back at me,
I become shy,
afraid,
aware of the fool I really have become in my
Fishbowl.
