Beaver Point

A cool morning breeze ruffles my hair,
But the spider in front of me is unmoved.
A single leaf falls from a tree
Across the lake and lands on the moving water.
I keep close watch, because this leaf,
This leaf is mine.  No one else saw it
And no one else will ever see it.
I follow as the breeze moves the water,
Setting the leaf in motion.
I can’t believe everyone else in the world,
However many billion people,
Are totally oblivious to this leaf that enthralls me.
It continues, getting farther away and smaller.
I feel a small sense of loss at first,
But as the leaf goes out of sight,
My mind drifts to other things.