Office Tree

There is a tree outside my office. 

It cuts across a thin white building with large,  

black-framed windows. 

The trunk starts straight,  

Shifts diagonally, 

Then straightens out again 

Almost exactly in line with the walls. 

The leaves are always green, 

And the bark is a deep brown. 

You can only see it like this 

From my window. 

There’s something about the  

Accidental alignment 

Of the natural and artificial together 

That is incredibly satisfying.  

Some days, when I’m bored, 

I’ll look out at the tree 

And it makes me feel  

A little better for a while. 

But knowing that it’s just me 

Who gets to see it 

Makes me a little sad too.