Neurodivergent

Brain Storm

She greets the day

Before the sun rises

to greet the land with bright

Illumination,

She holds a pen

in her hand,

a shadow of ink on the page,

Her fingers nimble and quick,

she empties her soul

like water from the well,

Songbirds still slumber,

The Blue Bunting dare not stir,

Holding joy in her throat,

The hounds still sleeping,

Her lover snores breathing

softly

Unaware of the coffee brewing,

Waiting with heavy cream,

An everything bagel with butter,

And sliced apple,

Her mind awhirl with tender

dreams still floating from a

night’s rest,

She burns incense,

Chants verse to prayer

to verse,

Hafez on her lips,

Unmoved by the shadows,

It’s a dance ,

this sweet, discordant, dissonant

improvisation,

Sometimes she stirs awake

to an amygdala unwound,

echoing in her brain,

Yet she chooses to weave them into art,

She walks tenderly on the soft earth,

Carries her bruised heart

close to her chest,

and hums Love’s promise

into the break of day.