surfing the waves of the fishbowl which is my head
swirling the lengths, surrounded by other tanks
we cannot help but peer into each other's worlds
some transparent, some murky
and, oh dear, some with one-way glass!

we try to relate, as if we could cross those barriers
those seemingly invisible membranes
but instantly met with the limits of the fish bowl
smack!

and around and around i go
counting laps and cleaning glass
this silly fishbowl of mine