Both Sides ofthe Bowl

Blue fish brainless but beautiful, exploring five inches of universe-- a plastic plant and black gravel, that's all. I sit in my room, 20 square feet, reading alone. Glancing at the bowl I realize there are two living things here. ··········· Blurry-faced girl on the other side, why do you stare at me? If I joined you in your limitless world, I would gasp for my own liquid sky. Yet my thoughts swim beyond this bowl... beyond yours.... to some transcendent sea. by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez 1986