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we are all Sisyphus

   with our own boulders

.

         you my love

      are Sisyphus as mother

   as teacher

as humbled crumbled

      daughter …

.

      rolling your bones

   like a lover

longing for a cliff

.

         when we are lost

      or tired, you know …

.

         there are times we

      must stop to rest

   when we let the rock go

hurling along and we

      bend low to wash

.

      to bow our heads

for a moment

.

         to take measure

      of our course and recall

   that we have been

here before

.

but everything is different

      it is not the same river now

            the land has changed

         we are tired

      in different places

         having seen things

            from the valleys

         having stood at times

      near the top

..

our rest is

sometimes broken

when the rock

comes

rolling

back.

.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2011. All rights reserved.

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