Saturated

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.