1.43am Underpass, Central Mall, Clarke Quay

Hot crunchy grey concrete layered with cool smooth marble.

A shiny skate scooter squeezes between Orpheus and Eurydice.

Annoyed at the bewildered, slow-moving lute player,

he jumps into highways and disappears.

The blip of a smartphone camera.

I emerge for air.

Sometimes, feeling like you’re falling is the only way to land

safely, on both feet.