The boulder fell back into the valley
where his next push would soon begin.
Sisyphus stood at the peak tired,
having decided to take a break to breathe.
He was rarely proud of his humble line of work,
though sometimes he celebrated a tough climb.
The last year and a half had been tough,
but he chose not to celebrate tonight.
And then approached the raven with a letter in its claw.
Sisyphus ran to grab it, a message from the gods.
He read, “Tomorrow is tomorrow is tomorrow.
Nothing more to do up here.”
And descended down the mountain, awaiting his next climb.
For that’s the nature of our world and that’s the nature of time.