witches we are at home

and the turtles float along
along through the beneath
breathing without you
then without
 
somehow you feel this through this world
you just know about this
the turtles looking and breathing without me
the same
 
as when this branch snapped and fell
through ages unknown by our meeting
we knew it was softly falling like melting snow
to land  
 
on our wishes  
our dreams gifted in the cinema
remember the cinema
the one in bristol
 
when the branch with the turtles fell past us softly
outside in the car park
just after that film
before we wandered home through the lanes
 
of our pasts living, loving our present
ways of being, seeing the turtles
swimming freely, freely
away from that falling softly branch