REFLECTIONS...(APROPOS OUR 'CHILDREN OF SISYPHUS')

They came to be because birth

brought forth the creation

of our passion.

 

We gave them the names;

we gave them the locks and braids;

we neglected the un-kept, starved brains.

 

Behold ‘the children of Sisyphus’!

Roaming up and down empty halls of life;

chasing pipe dreams decaying into nightmares.

 

Behold ‘the children of Sisyphus’!

Unknown and not knowing

who and whose they are.

 

Their eyes burn at the sight

of the written word;

at its sound, ears ring

with an impulse of migraine pain;

and in the mystic void,

lingering brains discover atrophy.

 

Once more the mountaintop

towers in the distance.

Again voices of ancestors

echo in the winds.

 

Again the stagnant ones

resist the yeast of life;

unable to rise and soar over the chasm

widening between the generations.

 

Behold ‘the children of Sisyphus’!

These are the unleavened minds

we sages must mead with the yeast of hope.