Workscapes

I stare at the clouds
moving across the sky
unrealistically blue
behind tinted windows.
Forest of trees waving
in the reflection of the window
that faces away from the street
my workscape is glass partitions
other peoples conversations
in my dancing space and
iridescent computer screens.

The clouds move and cars
Stream pass with only their tyre
Sounds penetrating my imagination
Flashes of light reflect over my
Workspace like a virtual irregular polygon
disco ball

I know the river flows
Unseen from my window
Absorbing vibrations
Of traffic and lunchtime joggers
City cat sloggers
Far bank lunchers
Finding the best shade.

Now the trees have been removed
desk rotated
atmosphere light soaked
mixes with voices, phones
another stapled pile of paper.
Workscapes.
Wenta 2008