Juggling
Sometimes I get to wondering
How this one's going to play out?
Will it hold its mud or sink six deep?
be as free as any dolphin
or wretched as a slave?
Wondering, figuring, imaginating
rendering fractured judgments
asked unanswerable questions
questions after question
with only one answer
I don't know.
No habla the future
The winds will be the winds
& they will do want they do
regardless off our wondering
or wanderings
Now matter how I juggle it
there's too many orbs
up in the air spinning in my life
All at once. Too many. Like always
life or death, love or aloneness
madness or bliss
So many, too many questions
spinning around all my maybes
in short fast orbits around a planet without an answer
Should one collide with a stray if
or an imploding fuck it all
there would be nothing left
to juggle
& I still wouldn't know
Copyright 2013
Marcus Stein