Blue fish swimming in a tiny fishbowl
in the room that Anna, Jamie and Karen share
wants to be more than he is.
Three times he has attempted to fly away
like the birds that he's seen outside
the window through the dusty green venetian blinds.
Twice he's tried to bark like the dirty white dog
prancing around in the laundry area, 
urinating on the washing machine.
All to no avail; nature just doesn't agree.
All his life he's wanted to be something
other than a blue fish caught up
in the tiny fishbowl of his world.
And one day he finally decides
to let go of himself
and fly out of his round blue and black body.
Little by little, 
his body starts to float 
until his blue fish soul flies away,
out the avocado blinds,
past the screen and the jalousies,
into the blue sky
with the birds.


chicken legs | blind