Clown Car
Sept 10 2024
All my life
gamely trying
to keep too many balls in the air.
But I’m a bad juggler
and even 3 is too much,
soon dropping a couple
or spilling them all
in a frantic game of catch.
So who knows how many times
I’ve had to bend down
pick up
and go at it again.
While the more adept
eyes rapt and hands a blur
glide cat-like
keeping them all in the air.
But like the showmen they are
don’t just settle for balls,
defying gravity
with chainsaws
burning torches
sharpened knives.
While I struggle
to keep 3 balls from falling,
let alone risk death.
And now, after having spent my best years
on this carnival trick
have tired of the sideshow.
Not when in the very end
even the experts drop their balls,
and like the rest of us
watch them roll to a stop
while the world goes on
with its weighty affairs;
a life’s work
of little consequence.
And to think
I could have learned high wire
lion taming
clown car.
Even the bearded lady
is having more fun
than us jugglers and easy marks.
While the carnival barker’s a star,
pulling in the crowd
with his rat-a-tat patter
of fast-talk, wisecracks, and fabulist teasers.
Billions of balls in the air,
and their billions of breathless jugglers
dancing badly under them
while straining to look up;
gamely trying to do
just as we were told.
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