Selected Poems
Sisyphus Happy
Each step slips with grit stuck in his sandals
ache of arms rolls the stone upwards, ever upwards.
His fidelity negates a cruel will of the gods
and raises rocks, higher and higher.
The stone's escape is absurd and inevitable.
He will always, always return
to that burden, again and again.
He refuses to quit, knows any Fate
cannot be overcome by scorn, or surrender.
His wry grin is a smirk of disdain.
The struggle itself is the meaning.
We must believe, Sisyphus is happy.
ache of arms rolls the stone upwards, ever upwards.
His fidelity negates a cruel will of the gods
and raises rocks, higher and higher.
The stone's escape is absurd and inevitable.
He will always, always return
to that burden, again and again.
He refuses to quit, knows any Fate
cannot be overcome by scorn, or surrender.
His wry grin is a smirk of disdain.
The struggle itself is the meaning.
We must believe, Sisyphus is happy.
