I have ADD
but it catches
the red feathers of birds in the trees,
& the kaleidoscope of colors in the grass, the golden fur of my dogs,
& the ideas swirling around my mind
I have ADD
& I sympathize
with other people’s lives
I know what it’s like to live on the outside
of the inner circle,
the huddle of people who think you’re weird
if you’re wired differently
(like your wires are colored blue & red to their green & orange)
I may have ADD
but I can rap my poetry
like I wrap yarn around my knitting needles—
I carve out my words with care,
my handwriting hieroglyphics
once as solid as the Dead Sea Scrolls
I have ADD
that sets me free to fly from my cocoon,
my spotted wings collecting early morning dew
Having ADD
isn’t like seeing squirrels in the trees,
but dragons perched on the branches,
lounging like panthers,
smoke curling from their scaled nostrils
M.B.B.
7/13/2020
The Nerdy Nook 