note this down slowly. sometimes

life moves a little slow
and sometimes there isn’t much
to show for things. sometimes
you wake up a little early
and you walk around your city
feeling a little empty
but you remember when
you couldn’t breath before
your fishgut gills sucked air.
remember Atlas and his burden
and how his shoulders never faultered
in new times he is you
and so you walk around your city
strong in your shoulders. back muscles
tense in rotation. moving ribs
and sinew. you walk to a place familiar
maybe where you ponder on things seas away.
but you are stronger now.
push up that sky.
you’ll get there. heartache
makes deltoids tight
raise your head high
and know in your next life–
soon coming– you will surpass
any god or titan.