The AfterLife

**The AfterLife**

******All that time**

**like some of you**

**we fastened on**

**the clock:**

**that face**

**that filled the space**

**between ourselves**

**and freedom.**

**The hands that pointed out the time**

**and wound the hours serpentine**

**have lost their grasp**

**at last,**

we’re free.

**But what, you ask,**

**is freedom for…**

**that vault of vastness,**

**empty sky….**

**What is the point**

**of pointlessness?**

**Empty sky?**

**My dear, look up!**

**A star can point**

**five ways at once**

**and not**

**wobble or**

**lose its balance**

**or sense of direction(s)**

**too much**

**for a while.**

**A heady achievement,**

**and think of the view!—**

**as long as**

**you no longer**

**long for**

**a focus.**

**But what’s the point,**

**you insist on insisting,**

**of dizzying prospect,**

**of brief equilibrium,**

**hanging nowhere?**

**Humbug,**

**you Scrooge—**

**Points are not**

**for hanging on.**

**It’s aether we’re after.**

**And after all,**

**all that we need**

**for this countdown of hours**

**is a double couple of**

**pin-point peaks**

**of a surface of earth,**

**a minimal**

**pinnacle**

***pointe*—**

**for dance.******

(8-10-11)