The branch fell out last night, has been there for years, outside my window, a resting place for the little bird which sang her song every morning, squirrels ran over it while chasing each other, having fun, been a part of my vision whenever I looked out through that window, even if I saw nothing, it was there, and now it is no more, I relaized this morning, a space has been created, a loss has been sustained, no one has shed a tear, no one missed anything, except just me, even if only for this moment

Makes me wonder, this branch that I am, this space that I occupy, whose world do I dwell in, whose thoughts cross my bough, is there really anyone, and what have I lost today, is it just a branch,

I wonder…