ADHD - Bin bags
I have had a diagnosis of Autism. I think I am also mild ADHD too. This is a poem about how my mind works.
I sailed from Exmouth to Durham for supplies,anchoring near a café off the high street - for bin bags.Bin bags - I was meant to get bin bags! I initially went so as I could drop that parcel ashoreto a cove somewhere somewhere between the mustard and the bread - but I forgot!I forgot the bin bags! It was that old salt 'Geordie' who said I was to sail to Durham,and then sand entered my headblown up along the seafront.Sand. Which sand? What?Sand?Which..?Sandwiches!I forgot to wrap the sandwichesbefore I stowed the cling-film below deck.The waves like meringuesbrought the cream ashore, but what of the rest of my list?I must store those bin bags, I must do the recycling,clear the decks,or those meringues;like the waves are going to be history! But look at those fence panels - sea defences toppled by the gales,bubbles in the wind,like...Wait, bubbles!Did I finish the washing up?Why am I holding my wallet? ...bin bags - I need to get bin bags!Wait - or was it chocolate? No bin bags!How could I forget?I was moored up alongside the shop after all!aground - like a yacht caught in a whirlpoolI’m standing in the kitchen with a tiller in my hand,wondering why the lock gates were open,and why I have my oil-skins on! Where I’m supposed to be? Oh! - the shop!...and bin bags!