Ice Bucket

I wish I were a tiny little person (like Thumbalina) who lived in a bucket of ice.

I wish I could squeeze between the cubes like I was snuggling into bed.

I could slide against the slippy sides and slip through cracks between them to sleep on their slidy outsides.

I wish I lived in a bucket of ice.

Never getting hot, never being dry, never found but always lost in an ocean of ice cubes and reflections of my own colors bouncing off cubes like a fun house of ice and bodies.

I wish I was lost in the ice - 

little and lost.