there's so much going on here

you try hard

to turn it off, this observational

mode

you're stuck in

and seem to have been

born with.

you cannot help but notice

the woman

eating

a sandwich on the bench,

sipping her

drink, then daintily

wiping her pink lips.

the man

walking by,

with his drawers half

down,

revealing his green

underpants.

you notice the boredom

of the store clerk

checking your

groceries, 

blank eyed and tired,

the tension at the courthouse

as people file in,

before

life decisions are made.

whether jail

or divorce.

you even

see the squirrels fighting

over an acorn

at the park,

the pigeons

flying upwards with a wad

of chewing gum

in their mouth.