Glowing skeletons in neon hue
Jitter and jangle across the sky.
They fill the air with discordant shrieks
Underlaid with a cello drone.
The universe dances with them in mad lurch,
And autumn leaves rain to the ground.
They cover the mountains in fantastic garb,
Swirling in the chill breeze.
All this a presentiment: Winter fast approaches.
We are all living with rattling skeletons
That come to us from multiples lives.
(Not just our personal one but those of the different spaces we inhabit-
Land, religion, culture, gender, species and countless other such.)
The question becomes,
What do we do with these and all they represent?
Some choose to acknowledge them,
Make friends, and even dance.
Others pretend not even to see their existence,
Or stuff them in the cellars to shift and creak.
Many spend their years running in fear
From the certain voice (deep within)
That we are all speeding towards a mirror.
And when we gaze into this, we will see?
Skeletons gazing back.
Have you learned to dance yet?