one must imagine sisyphus happy

one must imagine sisyphus happy

By Helena Robbins

how is sisyphus not crushed by the boulder

when it comes tumbling back down?      

and why’s it so easy to think i’m over it   

any time you’re not around? 

do you think he secretly hopes 

to be pulled underneath all that weight?

i wish i didn’t feel the way i do

when i’m reminded of your grace. 

does sisyphus ever feel enveloped

by a feeling so absurd? 

like your uncanny reoccurrence; 

like the shaking of the earth? 

maybe he likes the familiarity           

of being suckered in again and again 

maybe i like that feeling you give me

when you crush me to no end