a stab at poetry

my heart has chosen up
and all my eyes my ears
my thought my want
points me higher
sometimes
for up is beauty
up is true and right
up is love and grace
but gravity, that devil, defies
and sometimes
a goose with amnesia
i scratch and peck down
drag all my eyes my ears
my thought my want
toward the lower
sometimes
the star may refuse to shine
the moon prefer dark
to reflecting light
the sun shuns bursting through clouds
blazing through fog
sometimes
i'm distracted from the pursuit
direction mapped
pillowcase packed
for journey long as life
i stop i stoop
to pet the slugs at my feet
my aspiration is elevation
my crusade is freedom from down
gravity let go!
my heart has chosen up