window wall / vacant lot

At the desk where I sit

Across from the open space

Through the glass of the window wall

There is a lot, from which I'm a part.

Through the glass of the window wall 

(It runs across the open space)

Clouds run across the empty sky

Trees run across the vacant lot.

Shaking their leaves

 they wave and they wink

Their sound doesn't breach

The glass of the window wall.

Yet something inside me 

(Through the glass of the window wall)

Waves back at the trees

From the desk where I sit.