On Poetic Elevators

by Kevin T McEneaney

It’s the ups and downs that get your liver—

not the roller coaster of life’s events,

but sudden change when going up and down

which makes you feel life is metaphor

for Topsy-turvy, skewed realty

in plunge like waterfall thrashing headlong

or startling flight of eagle from bank side

tree limbs beside a quiet flowing creek:

the eagle soaring into distant blue,

and then the feeling: where does this leave you?

We praise an upward flight as comic thrill,

downward sinking being merely exit,

reminding us of our certain exit.

All anticipate the journey of up!