AlvernoINK Spring / Fall 2017 - Page 113

Sisyphus and His Boulder

In this damnation, nothing wears down.

But I, yes, I have learned my lesson.

My curse’s surface has become familiar:

its grittiness, its protrusions that gall,

the hollows where I must be sure of my hold.

No matter which way the slope tumbles it back,

I know how to catch it, how

to scramble down and wait, where

to brace my feet, to

ease its downward roll back into

the uphill push so as to lose

the least amount of time, use

the least amount of energy.

I’ve paid my price;

I’m a reformed man;

now I’m the one who’s in control.

Sheryl Slocum

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