Sisyphus Thinks His Rock Is Heavy by Tracy May Adair
Brags about the solid granite.
How his sweat and stretch
polish the stone. That endless
is his torment. As if forever
means more to him than to us.
As if he’d trade his burden
for mornings writing checks
our mothers can no longer sign,
or his ever upward effort for
their long downhill slides. Truth:
a coward loves his task. Loves.
Certainty, lacking any choice. Loves.
Never need explain, again, who he is.
Never face his father’s uncertain eyes.
Tracy May Adair holds a MFA in Poetry from Warren Wilson College in Swannanoa, NC and a B. S. in Chemical Engineering from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. Recent publications include poems in Fickle Muses, Sediments Literary-Arts Journal, Apex Magazine, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, and Shot Glass Journal. She blogs at www.adair-author.com.
