the legend of sisyphus: of his punishment.
to push the boulder up the hill. his efforts
turned futile at the hands of gravity,
pushing him to the ground, two, one, zero.
that’s what they told us. his failure.
i wonder what sisyphus saw at the top of that hill.
i think he saw a flower and he did not want to crush it
so he went downhill, a choice,
to not crush, to save.
and up back again, the struggle was his progress.
to find something beautiful, it was worth it.
after all of the pain
after every push in the slippery grass
still wet from the rain.
just one look at the perfection
the flower took his pain away
the struggle of Love was enough
and so he went,
sliding downhill once again.