Posted in 2015, poetry, Writing

Into Focus

I sit there

A thousand miles away

Though to some I am nearby

And I wonder what has brought me here,

was it me, nature, sheer bad luck,

or was it something else.


I find that

while I sit here

everything clicks into focus

like the lense of a camera

going from close up to far away

to capture more of the world

around me,

and though I don’t always notice it

there is someone nearby

who feels this to

because though I am alone

I am not lonely.


And so I sit there

watching the world go by

without feeling that I’m a part of it

until I take that first step

into the rest of the world

that I cannot see

until everything clicks into focus.


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