making choices

the juggler
with his chainsaw
and bowling
ball
and hatchet
throwing them
all up into the
air at once
is missing a few
fingers,
there is a scar
across
his nose,
and one foot is
bent like
the letter z.
his hat on
the ground is
full of coins
and dollar bills.
job applications,
from worried
people, hoping
he'll try something
else. but
he keeps at it.
this is his
dream.
the life that he
has chosen.
so unlike yours
as you sit
an hour away from
work, stuck
in traffic.