Adventures in a Fishbowl

Even though
I live in a bungalow
the size of a boxcar
and most of the rooms
are closets,

I still feel
like a jungle hunter,
an enticing fear
that goads me through the
passageways of hours.

I expect a terrible climax
suspended in my imagination
like a poised tiger,
and move past each scene
in awe, awaiting the next.