It’s an open question whether you’re here or not.Or not, you’re beginning to think.In a meeting with friends, you mentionthe shapes birds leave behind in flight.A few minutes later, you’ve run out of things to discuss.You walk home. You’ve lost your bicycle.Alongside a yellow wall, you forgetthat you had a bicycle at all.Your shoes feel empty. They must betoo large, like a breezeemptied of birds.