Peripheral Vision
March 7 2023
What draws me
to the periphery of things,
the background,
setting,
incidental detail?
Not the tunnel vision
most people have,
but a blindspot
and wandering eye?
Why not the main character
reading from the script,
the spotlit protagonist
you'd naturally focus on?
Why do I pause
to see what book
is on the bedside table,
caught
as the camera pans across it?
Make note
of the uncluttered desk,
with just a fountain pen
and ink-stained blotter?
Notice the painting over the bed,
the stiff chair
that must have been a conscious choice?
And in the family photograph
above the credenza
I catch just a glimpse of,
why can't I help but see
how he stands
leaning slightly back
a little distanced from the rest?
The telling details.
Each one
selected
with thoughtful intention,
even though
they will likely never be noticed.
Because the small things count.
Because the telling detail
is a story in itself.
I go through life like this,
bumping into things
stumbling awkwardly,
distracted
as my eye wanders
and the foreground blurs.
Too bad, we see what we expect to see
while so much gets missed.
Instead of taking our time.
Instead of actively looking.
Instead of observing closely
and opening eyes to the world.
The found sound
amidst the noise.
The telling detail
so easily overlooked.
The small thing of beauty
and its moment of delight.
Like a finely cut gem
that catches the light just so,
and in that moment
turns a colour no one's seen before
and words cannot describe.
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