Vol 9, Num 17 :: 2010.09.24 — 2010.10.07
What did Atlas feel?
I wonder
that the world is not
the Mother,
but a womb of
the Mother,
wherein
Atlas is no more than
an egg
and all the weight
he’s due to bare
is minimal
compared to
the Mother’s
back, bones bent
and bowing;
breathing
for more than
Herself.
So when
Atlas sighs
may we be reminded
that we too are babies
kicking in
a world
that cradles us,
and may Atlas
acknowledge
there’s more
weight to his
Mother’s womb
than what’s in
his hands.
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