Atlas Hugged

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I contemplated
squashing it.

On Grand Street I stood.
Those passing by didn't see
that I had the whole world
in my grabbers.
Had they known,
I'm sure they would have respected me;
talked to me; thrown me bits
of bread;
acknowledged my existence.

Looking down on the world in my hands,
upon Grand Street I saw myself, holding
the world betweenst my fingertips.
Other-me was hurrayed, lauded
for his feat.
Acknowledged...

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I squashed it.