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.