Myth

I am holding here
(though a link slipped
through my fingers
yesterday
to find you
floating a little farther
to sea)
and these days I imagine
myself a staunch
bastion immovable
in my resolve;
oh silly boy at any
moment you could
let go tether
and watch it rock and
trough away,
but also wrap its
length around your
legs and feel its
pull and become a
mirage half-obscured
by whitetops and
thundershowers:
or maybe I’ll stand
back bowed head proud
eyes defiant
arms straining
jaw set
and remember that
my name is not
Sisyphus
and that I am
not climbing a mountain
and blinking tears of
eternally damned frustration
out of my eyes at the facts
rock-solid as they always
will be - no no no
this is not me
crying so much as
unable to make a
decision.

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Posted June 30th, 2005 in poetry. Tagged: .

2 comments:

  1. shan:

    hey daniel… interesting piece of work.

    I could google this, but that would totally defeat the purpose of communication. What exactly did Sisyphis do or what is the significance of that character?

    shan

    ps. Thank you for the X last weekend.

    June 30th, 2005 at 1:40 pm
  2. daniel:

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sisyphus

    That should answer all your silly questions :)

    And you’re welcome for the “X”…

    June 30th, 2005 at 1:52 pm

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