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
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
spraying from fins.
I am falling.
Just like children travelling to Neverland
trailing their fingers through evanescent clouds.