It was an act
that captivated me,
at least the first time,
when I saw it on
the old Ed Sullivan show.
The man with
the spinning plates—
how he kept them going—
how nervous we got
when one, then the other,
began to wobble, yet
always got them
aright, then in a
velvet flourish, picked
them all off down
the line as he finished.
It was a lesson
on how not to live . . .
Imagine how productive
If such fierce concentration
were applied to just one task.
Come to think of it,
that’s what he did.