If I were a fish
without the ability to blink,
just breathing ocean or stream,
none of this would matter.
Not love or life
or inevitable death,
not traffic or spilling
soup on my shirt.
Not missed phone calls
or unanswered emailed,
not the Jesus Freaks on the 6 train
or the blog that is blocked.
I would be swimming,
gills and all,
until eaten by barracuda or gar,
or caught on a line by a rich white guy in Wyoming.