Solitary Skeleton under all the conifers, i see a lonely skeleton, and understand part of what i see. i myself have a solitary aspect. my bones carry my flesh; my body carries me. a day will come, no doubt, when i too, am stripped to bone, like a mushroom, which i still don't understand in full detail. and though we all want company, my day will come: i will be solitary, and go meet the beautiful light.