Sometimes I am so aware
of myself
of the people in my life
of the world around me
that it’s almost like an
overly saturated photo.
Each detail is so concentrated
strong
bright
vivid
that it’s hard to see
the bigger picture
of how everything fits together
or doesn’t.
But other times
I am so focused
on particulars
that I miss other things
details
specifics
around the edges,
as if the frame
has shifted
and altered reality,
so all I can concentrate on
is what I
could be
might be
missing.
I don’t think I can be aware
of every piece
of everything.
But I wish
I could see through
those blind spots
and accurately
fill them in.