Focus on everyone else,
this is my goal for the quarter,
I am one of the best at my profession,
I am a people watcher,
I proudly admit,
scanning the aisles consistently,
albeit diligence and precision,
I am watching like a hawk,
the denizens who occupy space,
their attributes interest me,
even the ones who have familiarity,
compel me to observe,
linger in their inadequacies,
pick apart the rhyme or reason,
the depth of themselves,
and I ask myself,
do they know what I’m doing?
do they know that I’m watching?
do they care that I’m talking to myself?
apathy is usually the easiest answer,
serves to pull away,
like protozoa in a Petrie dish,
only to migrate moments later,
using speech as fodder,
visual cues in each action,
as I pull my gaze backward,
and address the information collected,
somehow shapes my interactions,
makes them whole,
this eerie preoccupation I have,
people watching is what I do.