By jenn
Date: 14 January 1999

lifted up

The ground falls away
out from under me
       or is it you,
         lifting me high?
Enchanted, you look
           up to me.
Really,
    you should look
              at me.
Take note of who I am
and that I deserve
           no pedestal.
Just the flat earth
and firm ground,
lest I lose my balance
       and cause us both
                to fall.