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.