Sisyphus

         Time
with its incurable habit
   tricks on
leaving us stranded
on shoals of absent minded kindness
benevolent neglect
memory of ourselves
as new growth
tender and green
challenges the future.

Future that was
our binary code
when fusion
produced fission
     and
we watched ourselves

split unrecognizable.
Still     habit
is incurable
     and still
we gather

over a mess of
scrambled eggs
       coffee
history behind us
celebrating ennui
      sometimes.

I watched your mind
expand to match
your gut.   You saw
my cover shrivel
company to illusion.

But there is comfort
last night you said
you like me.   We've
come a long way
     I'm grateful
although I question
    your taste.