Seen

We miss a lot of opportunities. Focus quietly slides blinders into the periphery of our vision. Something has to jolt us enough to make us avert our gaze. Since that rarely happens, the most rewarding and worthwhile often tacitly slip by with only the softest touch.

There is, however, some electricity, or unseen force, yet to be defined, that occasionally forces our heads around, focuses our eyes, and makes the unseen knowable. Just who is in control of this, or what, could be called fate. How fickle it is.