Sunday, September 22, 2013

Goldfish and Cat

Goldfish and Cat

A while back I needed advice and was told
Don't worry about what you cannot control.
Tell that to a goldfish at the mercy of the cat.

The astronaut severed from the mother ship.
Whisper into his helmet:
You will have new experiences, new things
will come into view -- for thirty minutes or so.

What of the mountain climber, falling.
The thrill of weightlessness is short-lived.
Who envies him? Who says I wish it was me!
Control, in the end, is what keeps us alive.

And so my dear, break my heart if you must.
Even until my tears flow over this bowl I am in.
But please, I beg of you -- do not eat me?
Let me swim. And breathe water. Let me swim.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --

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