Up nor down
A poem
People are like hair on a rotating ball, raised and wiggling on the light side, flat and still on the dark side. Lay down on your back, you are wearing the Earth as a backpack. Do a push-up, you are benching the planet. Jog around the block, you are balancing a ball with your feet. The sky is a reverse hole in the ground. The only thing holding you on that surface is time.