We are all just tiny fish wanting to feel warm,
pushing up against one another, desperate for touch,
without knowing where we are going or where
we have been or that the world we think we own
is just one of many aquariums in God's holy bedroom.
YOU ARE READING
THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
PoetryAt birth, we are all sentenced to life- to live. Highest Rankings: #4 in poembook #4 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2024
