unseeing eyes

I stood with unseeing eyes before my kitchen window, stirring muffin batter on automatic pilot.
A movement on the deck railing jolted me back to the present. My eyes focused on a robin that had landed and was gazing in the window. It seemed to be looking directly at me, but I realized that, like me, it was looking without seeing. It's thoughts were elsewhere. As I moved, the robins eyes cleared and it stepped into thin air and dropped from sight.
Under my deck are inviting niches, each trailing a strand or two of dry grass. The robins are pondering nest building and it is dividing their attention.
I know the feeling.