No Magician am I sir … merely a juggler.
A ball sweeps up, a ball sweeps down,
I deftly pluck and send them round,
attend each ball and the whole muckled churn,
with careless ease I make them turn.
Two balls, twelve balls, none at all,
I watch astutely,
each one equally;
How do I make it look so easy madam?
Too much like hard work?
I love a challenge,
I think its fun.
I no longer get tired of dropping balls,
they are soon picked up and upward spun,
like orbiting planets in my hands,
they dance for me, collude my plans.
I receive them as graciously as I discard them
and your delight is reward enough ….
...Prithee spare a copper my love?
* * *
But there is a secret in their swing …
come closer child, lean closer in,
its known to all us juggling folk,
that as they fly; they sing.
...and the momentum itself becomes a thing...
A thing you ask?
I won't explain; I can't even try,
for I'm no Magician,
... merely a juggler.