A plastic bag, flying high in the air,
Whirling around and around.
Floating in the whirlwind, without a care,
In the blue above the ground.
Dancing in the sky, amidst the clouds,
Higher and higher still.
No fear, no sorrow, no qualms, no doubts,
Borne on the thermals, without a will.
Lost in oblivion, high in the blue,
Where she’ll come down, nobody knows.
Floating in a realm, not for me or you,
Wherever the wind, decides to blow.
By Juan Olivarez
![[image description: a white plastic bag with purple font that says "Thank You! Have a Nice Day" decorated with purple roses]](https://udhist867.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/giphy2.gif?w=778)
“Thank You, Have a Nice Day” via Phyllis Ma

Six ways to use fewer plastic bags Via. Auckland Council
Plastic bags weren’t always a staple of our grocery store experience or a fixture of our daily landscape. Why, and when, was the plastic bag invented? Can we live without it? Do we want to? How has this seemingly innocuous object become the subject of so much controversy? After all, it’s just a bag…
Before the Bag
[1] Olivarez, Juan. “A Plastic Bag.” PoemHunter.com. August 14, 2011. Accessed May 01, 2018. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-plastic-bag/.