July Saunters to a Close

July saunters to a close,
sashays across the stage of
2014 chanting "Over halfway
there." She means, of course,
another year, the flipping of the final page,
the change of numerals that
count up ever higher and increase
so ceaselessly until that final day
on Earth when time no longer matters.
Could we meet for coffee then?
No one will ask us where we're
going or wonder when we will return,
much like it is today. We're used to living
outside time, refusing to
grow old, reluctant to let years or
numbers numb us to the joy
that's still stored up inside our
cells and membranes, still within
the sinews and the bones. Or
a beer, if you prefer, because we won't
be driving anyway or any where,
and it won't matter if we sway
as we go walking for the first of
many walks inside the new dimension.




(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014