like atlas i hold the sky from the earth,
but like atlas i am tired and worn
would you hold the sky for me?
just for a minute, just for a few seconds?
just so i can catch my breathe and close my eyes
and dream of the days when i didn't have to hold the sky
on the days when i could swim through the seas
and climb the great mountains--
the days i was free!
free from the burdens of the cosmos,
free from the great expanse,
free from the ozone layers and stratospheres--
i am tired of holding the sky,
so would you hold it for me?
my joints ache, they're stiff
i'm losing mobility
if would won't hold the sky for me,
could i just lean on you a bit?
could i just rest my shoulder against yours,
so maybe i wouldn't stand so shakily?
maybe i wouldn't walk so crooked?
maybe i wouldn't feel so crippled?
maybe i could hold the sky again,
stand straight and tall like the giant you think i am--
maybe i wouldn't feel so small,
if i could lean on you for just a bit?
