No Indifferent Titan

Arms outstretched, palms upward,

a cloud in each. The sky as yoke,

and the mountains underfoot,

grateful for this intervention.

And on his shoulders

older stars and planets by night,

poets dreams and wishes by day.

A shrug? A readjustment?

A crack in the firmament

as a consequence would be

punishment enough.

While he holds the heavens aloft,

these jagged peaks prevent a catastrophic

meeting of the manacled earth

and the soaring, sheltering sky.