In July we say the rains are here to stay
But we know that by saying this 
We won’t really scare the sun away
In adjusting the month to suit the weather 
We can’t really expect any other
To take the place of the sun.

In July the warmth of knowing grows
As the moon expands its outer glow
Reaching as it does the hearts of gems
Realising that months are sucked in to one day
We don’t register time nor pain nor another way
Where values are exchanged for priceless gifts.

In July all the disappointments evaporate 
Like lakes on the Serengeti plains
Placing horseshoe necklaces around the necks of saints
In pleasing the inner mirror, we have to select
Our worst and best experiences 
Like choosing which brand of fun to purchase.

In July, cloudless skies obscure the stars and planets
But in reality we know they are there unseen
Like we know China exists even though we never visited
In laughing with the cosmic joke
We can applaud ourselves for our stupidity
For choosing to be stupid, prevents us growing.

In July the sunbeams dance bravely inside my skull
Animals and birds will sing their peculiar songs
For all is rejoicing renewing and recycling
We practice we are journeying with our ignorance
Packed neatly inside our suitcase heads
Looking for light for the meaning of this poem.

In July travelling is the ultimate goal
For in the movement towards knowing
We shall visit a million stars and none.
In the daytime we will measure the darkness 
At night we’ll conquer the mystery of blackness
And invitation of the negative unsmiling one.

In July we embrace the tall trees and love them
For their energy is the sap of life itself
But our ignorance we swipe them away
In the knowing hours are we asleep
Is the travelling more intense and very deep?

In July the balance reveals its rotten teeth
Displaying that much work is needed anywhere
But we are fledglings who look to their mother
In using her guiding wing given a friendly peck
We want to fly but we are impatient
In trust and truth we will fly forever.