On the sandy beaches of the Atlantic,
I think of Atlas holding the world up,
Thankful he took the burden off me.
The Ocean black and never-ending.
Lightning far into the distant blackness of the sky,
Shooting purple and orange from Zeus himself.
I suppose, to show off to his brother who tames the waves.

Sitting on the edge of my world,
Staring at the stars that guide us and amaze us.
Millions of years of sand sticking to my skin,
Wondering if Aphrodite herself had to shake the sand out of her shoes before getting back into the car too.

​© S. Amanda Clevinger