Friday, December 3, 2010

race to the clouds

Prompt: Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). (Writing prompt courtesy of Ali Edwards.)

One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Eyes full of sweat, lungs burning, arms
Taut muscles flexed hands against stone
Alive in the struggle
Exuberant in that brief teetering
Moment on top of the world.

So presumptuous to think of Sisyphus now.
This punishment was decreed by no god
(Or was it?)
And yet I do think Sisyphus must have beheld,
Even as his body moaned,
Fields of phosphorescent snow in summer.
Must have smiled as his breath
Tasted frost and ice: a whisper
Hinting at his journey’s end.

Sisyphus happy in the absurd agony
Of groaning calves, wailing quads.
Suffering is the origin of consciousness.
We choose our boulder with open eyes.

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