Ocean In A Bucket Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

Terrifying it was really
Trapped in a bucket,
Big and half full
In the convenient room
For its primary purpose
As I sauntered in,
Surreptitious, as I should,
For my routine rendezvous,
As a rat.

In this ocean, was I
Awaited by bi- alternatives,
To swim or sink to life
Or to say bye bye to life
A sight to site, pitiable
Swimming to live
And signs of sighs, visible
Trembling, not to die
Drowned in a still ocean
Still running deep

Beating,
And repeating the beating,
My limbs, ear lobes and
Whiskers, as fins served
To sustain for so long
The seeming struggle to live,
'Till a super being moving in
To answer a call of nature
Kicked the bucket

And zeroed my doom
Certain, I was swallowed
By the turbulent ocean but,
Rested I awhile underneath
On the ocean bed,
And arose I, poised to jump up
And out and live my life,
If I were still alive