Advent Day Six
Autistic Portrait
Sometimes, it seems
A trick of the light
A gleam in your eyes
The rush of wind on naked skin
Another human being’s pain
A brightly coloured plastic toy
Half-understood
The smile
Which says
I care. I make contact
Eyes, windows to the
Soul, or something
I read them. I see fear
Or excitement, or laughter
Perhaps
Pain
Screaming. Screaming
Sometimes
Blackberries. Strawberries
A spider, still alive
A wasp - dead. The arch
Through the air of
Falling liquid, food, scattered
Plates that break with a crash
Surprise!
Eyes wide, windows on
A stranger’s mind
Fear, perhaps
What do you see?
Skin. Blood
Something primal
Screaming. Screaming
Sometimes
Pressing grapes into my hand
Bidding me eat
(Don’t speak metaphor
It trips the tongue
Clouds the mind)
Sensation of falling
Again and again and again
Open and close of myriad doors
And eyes
Windows
Or something