Redecorating

As I started to fall from the ladder
the red curtain of red beads
clicked against the floor
the red clicks washed against the air.
I balanced on the sound
the way a dog balances on a red ball
the way a red ball balances on the nose of a seal
the way the self balances on the precipice of infinity
not because it makes sense, but because it seems like the right thing to do at the time.