This is A.D.H.D

A child in darkness cries to blue skies 
      that warm 
                 the welter 
                       of the world 
but only cool his bones, 

to swim through 
                     surf and snuff 
                                        and other stuff 
and find                             there a new definition 

of attrition and understanding.

Seeing the world 

through I(s) and eyes 
                            blind
     to your vision 
but alive to sound and colour 

off all known…………. scales, 
      blown away on 
winds and 
                   waves and 
                                     want and 
                                                     wonder 
mind pulled asunder.

A stoat in            the undergrowth 
weaving in 
                and out of broken scent 
until he 
                becomes intent 
he runs 
straight 
and 
will 
run 
yet 
to 
his 
death 
or to the end of this chase

Focus lost and found and lost again. 
meaning runs 
                         through moonlit hands 
and broken teeth 
grasp
    the heart 
                   but not the mind.
Here and there, 
away somewhere, 
pouring
                 a soul into I don’t know what 
                                        or for how long, is that so wrong?

Take it (that) from me
this
is        A      D     H    d.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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