If I Were a Plastic Bag-

If I Were a Plastic Bag… I would help shoppers carry their stuff. Anything: groceries, toys or powder puffs. I could help thrice, because I am tough. I like to; it is fun to see their stuff! Sometimes I wait for weeks in the dark, scrunched. Kept there unused for months crowded and hunched… I am not alone; we plastic bags are bunched. Waiting in the dark while the humans munch. I dream that one-day, soon I will fly up high. I will escape on the day that the wind blows by. A breath of fresh air will lift me into the sky. I will see the city's grandeur; then, I shall sigh. It seems like forever the days go slow. Up in a treetop it would not be so. I could just hang around beneath sun's glow. Watching travelers drive about on streets below. Freedom's dream, flying high, has not come to fruition. The life I lead in cabinets has become a mission. Somehow, now, based upon the economic condition. I just lay back in the dark and wait in submission. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 18, 2009