we fuel. we burn through daily and wake anyway, we hummingbirds dreaming of Sisyphus knowing there is another side to the mountain, we go on. listen: a face that toils so close to stone is already stone itself
we push. know the heart’s invisible work mends not just itself but the world’s heart, that bad engine struggling, and his and hers and is fuel, that the wind relies on the hummingbird’s speed and what seems like stillness
is Sisyphus’ first breath and shoulder to stone again -- we are not myth. fling our fist-sized hearts into the void and push, believing. knowing the stone we roll uphill leaves a clearer path than one made by walking
alone. we do not explode. become the stone we push, cheek to rock, a kiss, a hummingbird’s faith in levitation our belief in the other side we will never reach teaching us all we need to know about joy.
Italicized line is from The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays by Albert Camus; translated from the French by Justin O’Brien, 1955; Vintage Books edition of 1991.
Brooklyn resident Marty McConnell received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence College, co-founded the NYC-based literary nonprofit the louderARTS Project, and is a member of the Piper Jane Project.
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