Poem: Not Noticing

Not Noticing

Distraction is easy
to find, look over there
for it, in the corner of the room
where there is not a mirror
but could be one, where it
might fit, or behind you
at the shine of the tables surface,
the wood gleaming
from fresh polish,
or consider your foot,
the shape of that one toe,
the nails, or that bit of dust
floating in the air,
hit just so by light
beaming in the window,
a small shaft about it,
or just the idea
of distraction is enough
to keep things going,
to not look at all,
to not look in front of you,
anyplace can be interesting,
it is easy not to notice,
simple enough to look
everyplace but there
and consider it a thing
that never was
because it was not seen,
was missed in all the other distractions.