Pedestals can be wondrous things.
Placing something high enough to be gazed at from every angle,
observing the symmetry, or lack of.
to sprout discussions, positioning light
perfect for an artist’s sketch.
But what of people?
If we put them up there too often, who is the first
to forget they are real,
and can be warm and loved and upset and abused,
capable of trust and betrayal,
and equal – yes, equal – to everyone else?