Two Watchers Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I saw a leaf fall today
Burnt orange oak
Drifting down alone -
All its fellows
Gone the week before
When that bad ice
Storm, hit, you
Remember, don't you?

I'm the only one who
Saw the leaf, only
God and me. Did it
Really exist or was
It a blot of mustard
Or a bit of underdone
Potato landing
Silent, with one
Solitary watcher
Thinking of one hand
Clapping, or of the sound
Of a leave falling outside
Of the window I'm looking
Out of.

If I say nothing -
What of the others?