Family History
 
Born of Sisyphus, that man of labor,
perhaps your wanderlust was carved from fear,
knowing no task which you might undertake
could ever eclipse his daily struggle.
You took to adventure at a young age
hitching rides to any place you could go
just to get away from the sacrosanct
altar your father built as his life’s work.
 
As a new father yourself, the ocean
became a symbol of your fading youth,
your eternal drive to hear your own name
whispered ― no, exalted in the four winds.
We all knew war could not have been the thing
to draw you away, to keep you distant.