Sisyphus

Sisyphus

unlike
the cursed sisyphus
we have choices
regarding 
which hill
we carry
the burden
of the stone

what they fail
to explain
well enough
is there's
different
slopes
we can choose
from day to night
night to day
for going 
up and down
season 
after season

there's mountains
passing through years
offering changes
to observe
and attempt
to understand
and not just one
but many slopes
to choose from
with forests
of leaves
or needles
others
barren and arid
others
snowcapped
some 
offering
clear views
near the peak
others
obscuring
the landscape
below
with clouds

what they fail
to tell us
is that
even
with the burden
of carrying his stone
sisyphus
like us
still
has the freedom
of his mind
to observe
or not
in his 
otherwise
mindless
tedious
labor

and it's not just us
going up
any mountain 
alone
it's all of us
carrying our burdens
up different slopes
in a variety of ways
for alleviating
accepting
or ignoring
the tedious task

in our way
we're like sisyphus
yet
we change
from infants
understanding 
infants
and old men
from the sight
and mind
of an infant
transforming
into old men
understanding
old men
and infants
from far different
points of view
as weathered
old men
than we did
as babies

children
understanding christmas
as anxious
wide-eyed
children
versus
old men
knowing
understanding
christmas
like
life and death
as something
much different
than our children
do
a process
of evolution
within living
or existence
worth observing
within ourselves
and all the others
as we carry
the burdens
of our stones

while some of us
remain
more like babies
babbling and bawling
at the base
of our burden
sniveling
whimpering
pretending
our bolder
is something else
like a ball
of cotton candy
or a lollipop
and our hill
is a magic
rainbow pathway
to candy land

perhaps
this
our evolution
within our existence
is
the only
meaning
within
the sisyphean 
tale
of life's
absurdity