Tuesday, 1 January 2019

The juggler

The juggler threw his life into the air.
He watched it hang there, splendid in the hopeful sky.
He watched it fly
and fall
and fly again.

Let go the shining apples of the past
to seize this fleeting day
and then to grasp
the fast approaching future.

His hands are deft,
they pluck each swiftly moving fruit out of the air
then launch it back
with careless ease.

But in his face the lines
of concentration trace
the story of the his learning years.
His eyes reflect each failing, falling fruit,
scooped up from the bruising earth

to fly
and fall
and fly again.

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