Mind Looking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Inside angles, bricks and glass, accepting a view of
plants, bushes and trees as they are not growing,
because all of them are plastic and phony.

At least that's what a mind looking, sees.

Yet, a branch from a tree leans backwards and hugs a
glass window mirror.

Entrances and exits, hovering nearby, allowing patrons
and workers, access to indoors and out.

Sprinklers hanging upside down, looking like spores
from a sci-fi show.

Quiet music playing softly in the background, helping
to achieve peace and some interior solitude.

Another day is happening in new surroundings, expanding
this mind outside it's boundaries of mundane daily
living.

Feeling the luxury, money does bring in an office
building, doesn't attach itself to my being, as I write
down what I feel, see and hear.

Three things no amount of money can bring or create
through poetry.