Sisyphus

By John I. Blair

Of all the ancient myths
Passed to us by Greeks,
Romans, Celts, Slavs,
And others over time, I’ve found
The one that resonates the most
For me’s the tale of Sisyphus.

Sisyphus, doomed by the gods,
Forever rolls a boulder up a slope
But never gets it to the top.
Instead it bounds back down,
The task begins anew,
Every day, for all eternity.

Some have thought this
The epitome of hell;
Others have found heroism.
Let it be hell I say;
Heroism’s at its highest
When hell is all around.

©2012 John I. Blair