Atlas

Stars –
They fill the heavens
like torches from the past.
Yet city lights obscure our direction
and buildings hide the constellations.

But when Atlas shifts his shoulders,
so our lives meet with disaster,
we find ourselves staring at the sky,
because the jostling reminds us
why we make the choice
to breathe.

I can climb a mountain
and see through Atlas’ eyes.
Whether I see manmade stars
from the city at my feet
or distant gleams in the sky above,
there is glory in the sight.

When you go to sleep tonight,
pause for a moment
and look at the sky,
because somewhere out there
an alien child is looking in wonder
through his bedroom window
at the diamond in space
shouldered by a Titan.