After all, not much at all

I’ve lost my head
I bent down for the briefest of moments
I can’t remember exactly why
And thump. It fell clean off

But I seem to be here. Here
with my head. So, more precisely,
it’s my body that I’ve lost
All hooves and heavy haunches

Not very easily misplaced
Such a large and heavy object
And usually, customarily, ordinarily
Well-attached. I would’ve thought?

Being body-less - upon reflection -
Is not as strange as one imagines.
In my head is a familiar place.
I mightn’t even miss it