The Juggler

a poem (sort of)

Just another ball added to your juggling act.
You didn’t expect me… but you didn’t turn me away.
You just cannot help yourself…can you?
Adding just one more to your vast collection.
Boasting that this one is your favorite…but you said that about the last one…and the one before that.
It’s understandable. We are all so very beautiful.
And you just love shiny, new things to play with.
You also love a challenge… and you are, after all… the best.
Talent aside, you are plagued with good intentions and try as you might, you cannot give your favorites the attention they deserve…
Since we are all your favorites.
You toss us all in the air one by one…
Each one gets a brief moment in the palm of your hand…
Savoring that split second in your presence… in contact with your flesh… until cast back out into the rotation… quickly replaced by another… and another… and another…
Each of us patiently waiting a turn to be held again…
Hoping that this go ‘round you’ll hold on a little longer… a little tighter… and the others will be dropped.
But, to the juggler, one ball just isn’t any fun…
Is it?