It’s the minutia-
bits of things that must be done
over and over and over
and over again.
I’m no Sisyphus,
pushing that same boulder
up the hill
the same way
everyday.
Well, maybe I am.
What would I do without that stone?
Pushing it with all my strength
until at last,
at the end of the day,
I watch it roll down again
as the sun sets scarlet on the western ridge
and I pour that first glass of red wine.
*** Twelve Days of Angels, Day Three
Thank heaven for sunset – such a restful time of day, when everything is done. I love the sound of that western ridge……such beauty right out your window.