blocked by concrete

by Linda Bansil


there are no sands 
no stones 
rays of the sun
winds that chime
waves that belong
mountains that sit beyond clouds
birds that trap seeds 
there is no sea no tranquility
not even a single tree
or grass
but there's a moon
blocked by concrete
not a sight of a tree on my window
a feeling of breeze
no there's none 
on the 29th floor