I'm Falling

You claim I’m falling:

Sure, I’m falling

An acrobat twisting off her trapeze

grin plastered on by the rush of air.

 

If I’m falling

It’s as a gibbon whips from branch

to branch

long arms tickling the belly of a verdant canopy.

 

Or perhaps like an orca breaching the water

sleek body hurtling through the white crested waves

with droplets

spraying from fins.

 

I am falling.

Just like children travelling to Neverland

trailing their fingers through evanescent clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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