the buttery flakes,
the crisp crunch,
the crinkle of the bread as you break it
to reveal fluffy softness
white as a cloud.
You’re floating in air
with every bite,
until the last one
and you’re abruptly
Do fish ever look up?
They look to the surface
when food falls.
But do they ever look beyond?
Humans are always looking at the sky.
We’re always wondering what it’d be like to fly.
To go beyond our limits, our boundaries.
It’s exciting, exhilarating.
We try to go faster, further,
but then we come back down.
And we’re earthbound.
And suddenly our eyes
open to the destruction we’ve left in our wake.
Some of us still have eyes only for the sky.
For beyond, for after.
The rest of us can’t look at the sky anymore.
We have eyes only for what has become of our home.
The current is all that matters,
lest it be lost,
and the future with it.
If fish never looked beyond before,
are they now?
Are they seeing the plastic debris
drifting into their homes,
and trying to see beyond,
to find the cause?
If they are looking,
not enough of us are looking back.
We have eyes only for the sky,
and the birds that are still in it.
We care not for the waterbound.
For we dislike our own boundaries.
And if we can learn to fly,
and broaden our possibilities,
then fish can to.
If they don’t,
they have only themselves to blame.
Lists of prompts and prompt generators are nice, but I’ve always found them pretty useless or disappointing. They almost never surprise me like asking the people around me does. The prompt “croissant” is courtesy of Kaitlin and the prompt “fish” is courtesy of Misha.
I’m always looking for inspiration, so always feel free to send me prompts!