The Juggler’s Riddle
I enjoy the abstinence of reality,
I can juggle life’s puzzle pieces
without any particular fatality.
It is not a difficult feat …for imagination, memorization,
fantasies, or alliterations; they deplete,
falling back into play, as only one obvious piece.
When I drop a piece, it is often forgotten
somewhere in the air between the sky and my feet;
until another one appears, balanced on my forehead,
spinning , waiting to be shaken .To be awakened.
I am balancing, but not walking. I am seated,
but, I am moving as fast as the air I breathe.
Making this riddle, a juggler’s dream; insignificant as any dream,
unless I am in it.