NaPoWrit Mo Poem 9: Butterfly Focus

NaPoWriMo 9:
 
"Butterfly Focus"

Sometimes my focus is stronger than a laser
deft
engrossed
unstoppable
singular
the house could burn down around me
and I'd shrug, dodge the occasional debris
and write on

Other times
when the day has gotten to me
my focus flits like a
it does this thing where
did you see that ad for cheese?
and there's this thought
from 10am
shiny shiny objects everywhere
and they're not even that shiny
and existential dread
and did I pay that bill?
and wait, what was I saying?
But oh! I love this song
and middle school was a time where
did I call her back?
I should make pasta tomorrow
but what kind
and where is my browser
why are there so many windows
like bread crumbs
they're meant to remind me to return
to this thought and that thought
and that action that I should have taken three weeks ago and now I must do
right now in the middle of this sent-
where did half an hour go?
what was I doing?
Oh, this.
Why am I doing this...
I don't want to be doing this...
wait!
Inspiration!
Dancing!
Or sleeping...
But but but but but but but but
but
where was I?

Right. Focus.

Sometimes my focus flits
like a frantic butterfly that's forgotten
the sweet satisfaction of nectar

and I'll spend an hour doing a hundred things
and nothing all at once