THOUGHTS OF AN AUTISTIC CHILD

 

I feel like the future looking backward.

I look farward and see the future.

I thus try to look both ways, but it is sometimes dangerous for me just to cross the street.

Often I am not part of the traffic.

I often feel so different.

Therefore I feel so much for those who are different, I see them through walls.

I would dream of leading the traffic into a different direction.

Should I try to just be a stoplight to prevent accidents?

Sometimes we’d move faster if we just all got out and walked.

 

Or can I invent something more intelligent than the automobile, preventing climate change,

using the rear view mirror to look within:

both surfing the space and spume beyond our little rock

and finding a reflective jewel in every little rock around,

also looking beyond the walls of our cars

into eyes turning their warning beeps into the most exquisite music -

transforming this mundane self-destructive reality

into dialogue of mutual understanding.

I may look at times like a man immobile talking to himself,

but I am praying to re-invent the present,

starting with myself stepping through the mirror of introspection and compassion,

rippling outward to others to discover how extra-ordinary their ordinariness is,

and that spreading the Word of mutual commitment

can clarify the whole course and effect

and reveal the wings of the future.

 

I will change

and free

the future.