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
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…
 Olivarez, Juan. “A Plastic Bag.” PoemHunter.com. August 14, 2011. Accessed May 01, 2018. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-plastic-bag/.