The Joy of Sisyphus
Yesterday as I practiced, I contemplated the crevice
That snakes around the boulder.
The crags and scarps resemble the Samariá Gorge
And must have formed as did that canyon,
But writ small.
Today as I practiced, I contemplated the path
The boulder travels along the hill.
The rise and fall resemble the pivot of my sandal
As it rocks along my journey,
But writ large.
Tomorrow, oh kind and merciful Zeus,
Grant me at least one more day