Then I didn’t feel the ground.
Just a shoulder in my gut,
an arm around my waist,
and a steadying hand on my ankle.
Blood throbbed into my face
with every careful step. My hands,
dangling down past your belt,
reached for a world that looked
so weird from there.
I’d never been saved before,
Never seen the floor before
from such an awkward angle. It was like
I was longing to be down and you
walked between gravity and me.
I could clearly see your heels
and the dirty cuff of your jeans,
but I never saw your face.
You ran back in so fast.
