Softwoods, by Jody Gladding

We utter nothing 
true high 
among the needled 
fictions we create 
so many opportunities 
for truth 
as it happens 
continually 
not only up here

but also under growth 
where we sink 
down in bogs 
filled 
with resolve 
nothing we utter 
is true 
still 
we groan 
gape 
and push a new 
thing out.

The phrase "up here" is best understood to mean...

A. On ground above the earth.

B. Up in a tree.

C. On a roof.

D. Heaven.

E.  Hell. 

Link to poem- http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14347