I know – bad pun – seems I am writing along some overlapping themes lately:
Happy Sunday friends.

Sisyphus
It is and is not about the daily repetitive struggle.
This pushing of a stone –
Knowing that when I reach the top of the hill
I will watch it roll again
to the base of the hill.
Every day the same – different
The terrain always changing
Rain washing away sediment and gravel protruding further
Framing the smooth path which this rock continuously scrapes.
The stone which once had rough points
Making the struggle to roll nearly impossible,
Is now smooth; forgiving
and I am stronger