Atlas Unbound--A Paean to the Common Man

Poor Atlas bound in chain,
Against dark rock
Night and day you strain
Whitewashed hearth soaked with blood
of your body, torn,
to serve greedy master
to whom you are sworn.
Atlas, great Atlas
Like the lamb you are shorn.
Tear off that chain, cast down the clay
No more tomorrows forlorn,
not another day.
Mend your body; its strength to regain
Until you become
Atlas unbound once again

Musing at Sunset

The night paints the palisades over my shoulder in sunset blue as she and I sit bundled on purple evening sand. Gulls caw overhead. Playfull laughter carried upon the salty Pacific breeze from the shore tickles our ears. Silhouetted children frolic at water’s edge as golden orb slips into shimmering horizon exploding sky from burnt orange to spangled violet as darkness gathers.

Ineffable,
the moment.
The beauty.

Another day finished. Once again Lady Noche has seduced her lover, Sol, and drawn the curtain tight 'round the world.