A sign of times, perhaps

Adept trick of fingers
toss up
clutch and release mottled orbs
in quick succession

Planets keep playing musical chair
globes in transit
fill up each other's place

throughout the parade of seasons
primary colors swirl around

A brilliant azure peeps through
juggling hands

I observe everyone moving
in the same orbit
without collision

a twirling universe
and its object manipulations
make me feel light-headed

I only spin about my own axis