“It happened to us in the middle of the night,
unbeknown to us in the midst of our most restful sleep.
“We awoke in the morning only to hear footsteps stealing away…
And suddenly we realized that the torch, the burden of the world,
with its woes and worries, was set so quietly, so artfully, upon our shoulders.
“Now stand we here agasp.
“What shall we do next
whilst Atlas’ shoulders grow weary?”
© 2016 Helios Journal
