The Juggler's Waltz

Jugglers know the peace

Of pattern perfected

Loose from Time

After the rise,

     Before descent

          The balls pause— 

Suspended in nothing

No flames or burning bush

No carving in stone

To pull Order

     From air  


Sometimes they vanish,

Tracing paths here

      Then here

           Then here

The good juggler launches balls

Like prayers

Again and again

Higher this time

Playing catch

          With Eternity 

 

                                                 March 25, 2012