So,
I wrote the first just after midnight looking at the bright moon outside my
window and trying to capture it. The second is my annual “Ode to Autism” as it
is National Autism Awareness Day. Every day here we are so aware…And the third
poem is about our wonderful boy!
Moonstruck
Bright
as day at night
You
float above on black velvet
Where
curtains open and close
Like
a madcap comedy
That
zings from scene to scene
Until
the theater goes dark
One
huge puzzle piece cloud
Is
put in place and snap!
The
picture not revealed
But
gone
No
stars because the puffy
Parachutes
fill the night
Like
an army attacking
In
silent formation
They
snuff out enemy light
Rays
of silver seep out of the corners
Breaking
up the cracked picture
And
the army is blown by a blast
Of
pure white light that
Illuminates
all things on the ground
In
the air and all around
To
make plain
The
plan of night
The
outline of what is there
And
can’t be seen at night
It
is clear as dawn
As
a perfect circle
Magnifies
by moonlight
The
misty droplets of luminesce
Lingering
lazily in the lamplight
In
the Heart of the Matter
What
it is and isn’t
What
it tis and tisn’t
It
rules with those that love rules
And
some lurch and drool
Some
it causes greatness
Some
delay or lateness
They
all develop
They
are enveloped
By
a thing called autism
Some
hate it
Others
claim it
The
syndrome
Seems
to roam
And
call home
To
so many
Therapy
costs
A
pretty penny
All
bought
To
help plenty
To
support this thing, autism
It
is separate or whole
People
take polls
To
determine
If
it is vermin
Food
allergies
Where
is it from this autism?
It
shapes
It
scrapes
It
makes
It
molds
It
surprises
It
rises
It
is inside
It
can hide
It
is a part
Each
one has a heart
That
is where we start
To
understand autism
Little
Professor Lectures the Night
Your
voice is just audible behind that door
As
you speak with peaks rising and falling
You
seem to be stalling
But
I know you are soothing
Smoothing
the way
For
night’s delay
To
come and put you down
As
you go under the current
Of
your own flowing speech
That
rolls over and around you
Surrounding
you in a blanket
Soft,
warm, and worn
A
groove that you scratch
Deeper
into the surface
Till
you bleed the facts out
Into
your dreams
To
keep you company
And
dawn awakens
Your
brain drained
To
be filled to overflowing
During
the daylight
Where
you gather, grind
Filling
your mind
With
many a tiny detail
That
computes, commutes
You
to another place, time, space
Till
you sink into your bed
Resting
that busy head
Through
a lecture of words, words, words,
Take
flight like birds
To
nest no more
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