“The story tells us Sisyphus is being punished.
Over and over he has to push that boulder
up and up. The mountain and God glaring.
And you, you have
your avalanche of moods.
Pills the size of stars to nearly quell
cascade and tumult.
And still you step
gravity amplified by incline, each hazard
in the way of the boulder a reminder
it should be easier. There should be
a hot fudge sundae at the top. A long nap in the shade.
The story forgot to tell us, though, Sisyphus thrived.
He learned to guide his wrists
and shoulder girdles safely to protect himself.
And later he worked to safeguard every insect
from here to the crest. Considers this his calling.
Even as the sun and the weight of time bears down.
Your strength is kingly.”
—Jennifer S Flescher.