The Juggler

Your balance must be impeccable
To focus on so many spinning things
Throwing them about with little care
– I wonder if you've practiced. You must have.

You stand on the cliff-side
Arched to the unyielding clouds
There is no applause
But there is an audience in the water
The cartwheeling waves swooping and soaring
– I wonder if you care. You must.

So here comes the wobble
The plate hurtling towards the ground
But you can catch anything
Because you're a juggler
– I wonder. Aren't you?