I see You, and I am feeling this moment with you.
You, the one who wasn’t ‘paying attention’ in that family photo.
the rest of the mob were engaged elsewhere,
together but without you.
While your own deep interests hold you, enthral you.
In your mind another world turns,
fascinations draw, wonders beheld.
An inner world far larger than your outer world.
I see the mob. Attention held by passing purpose.
Do they even care if you be ‘in the frame’ or not?
It is a weighty ambivalence.
But for you, do you care to be ‘in the frame’ yourself?
Yes. I think you want to be valued,
celebrated for your own being and in your ways.
Not denigrated for missing the moment,
for not fitting in, not playing the role.
You may find mob to move with, and that may be good for you.
But please know that your inner world is precious,
even if it makes it hard to keep up with everyone else’s attention,
exhausting to ‘read the room’ yet again.
I see you looking down, looking away.
Please, be not away to yourself. Please.
I see you; cosmos -made; beautiful; art in living form.
I see you, whether you feel seen or not.