No scenery

out this window

No inspiration

planned for me

No green

No blue

No sunrise or stars

No midnight moon view

No windsong gently swaying

between leaves of tall trees

Ah but I can still find beauty

in the quiet lay of these red bricks

I can imagine

careful hands that set them here

I can count them

I can find marks unique in each one

I can watch shadows for hours

as days and seasons pass

And I can find light

shining back from my Wall

clear through my window

straight into me.