Life

Spinning and spinning around 
and so goes life
twirling dancing and throwing 
as cavalierly as fall
leaves as insignificant as 
snow flurries and bumping 
into each other like 
revelers in mosh pits 
This is this thing
that we call life 
No rhyme nor reason 
although we try to 
assign it some degree 
of significance but really 
all that is constant 
is the waltz that 
we see every day 
between sun and moon