maybe zoo animals felt the same as i
maybe my pet fish felt it too
tapping on the glass
this is the life i have always known
this is the water i have always tasted
this is the trap i've been caught in
and this is where i'll stay
step by step always the same
open the blinds
the sun shines a bit duller each day
my face getting old
my hair getting short
my patience getting shorter
and my capacity for love nearly demolished
disheartened by the media
disheartened by my people
disheartened by my thoughts
always searching for something that wasn't there
i hoped for a tap on the glass
when you check to see if your pet fish is still alive
is anyone in there?
they say it sounds like an explosion to the fish
to tap on the glass
i prayed for the first time in my life
for that explosion of life, love,
christ--even hate is better than this empty
empty fishbowl
i stopped swimming
my fins disintegrated
my tail stopped working
barely afloat
thirsting
parched
panting
i tasted
for the first time in a while i tasted opportunity
a second chance at life
a chance to tap on my own glass
to wake myself up
to be self-reliant
the self-reliant fish
my gills grew back
oxygen dissolving into my capillaries
color came back to my scales and i
left my bowl
and i won't come back until i can swim again
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