One would think lazy and ambitious
couldn’t be first cousins in one’s personality,
but it seems in mine the bloodline of both is strong.
couldn’t be first cousins in one’s personality,
but it seems in mine the bloodline of both is strong.
I can sit at my library window for an hour or more
pondering the neighbor’s roofline in an attempt
to decide if the HOA approved the shingle color,
and watch the clouds above it shapeshift from
fluffy white sheep into shades of gray wolf.
I could call it indolent Zen,
borderline meditative state,
but avoidance is more accurate.
Dirty Laundry, dust bunnies, and dishes
in the sink just don’t amuse or bully enough
for me to break a stare to do a task.
At times in the middle of not caring
visions of my sock drawer invade with
there’s no order in it, no closing it, no finding
the white, blue, or black in it.
Without warning a capricious alarm
of “must do” goes off in my head,
and I will run past all my should do’s
like a woman mad with OCD on caffeine
to toss, sort, and reorganize until
I feel confident my white socks
no longer suffer the chance
of being invaded by black lint.
There’s an element of impossible
to predict which me will show up
my husband must tread cautiously
through daily.
I can see where he might find a bit
of amusement in watching me leap
from sloth to gray squirrel, but
he has learned to gauge my barometer
to determine if it is safe enough
to weather predict the outcome of my storm.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
This is just a peek into my ADHD
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