If I joined the circus I would certainly not want to be the fire-eater. I already have enough heart-burn for two or three people. The trapeze is too far off the ground, the fat-lady and the bearded lady are both unjustly reviled by many. The face painters have to listen to bratty kids , the knife thrower can never get enough insurance and the bareback riders wear little tutus that ride up their behinds. Putting your head inside the lion's mouth is fool-hardy at any age.
If I could join the circus today, I would be the snake charmer. So many things are hidden, uncoiling their motives only when poised to strike. Like a skillful snake charmer, I would use a little music, a metaphor or two, a little color maybe, to coax a smooth, indifferent reptile out into the light so its true nature can be examined.
-- Mar Walker