Grounded

You could be on top of the world-
but still,
you would come down for me.
The travertine-
placed beneath your feet,
has never been enough.
Reminiscing on a distant self,
would all go up in smoke.
Everlasting clouds,
were made to hold you high-
yet something that you needed,
was below.
A boundless gift,
bestowed by Faith.
you tied it-
to a tree.
That very force-
still lifts you up,
and will forevermore.

When all is done,
the heads have turned-
you’ll still come down for me.