Our bathtub is an ocean,
host to regularly scheduled
speed boat chases,
bubble blowing contests
and talking sharks.
Choppy, soapy waters
make it next to impossible
for tiny plastic people to survive,
but they brave the elements
again and again,
hoping the god of water –
a four year old boy
with a soapy mohawk –
will save them from
the wild sharks
and random raging waterfalls
that appear without warning
from a paper cup in the sky.
With a kind heart and swift hand,
he scoops them up in his wrinkled palm
and dumps them into a bucket of toys,
granting them safety for one more night.
