On The Spectrum
I rub his head in my lap, saying, “It’s okay
Dean. It’s okay.”
He shuts his ears with his palms.
A world of high pitch voices, humming of air
conditioning, and a song,
“Good morning. How are you?” trapped in his
I lull his head in my lap.
We rock back and forth, and repeat together
in harmony, “It’s okay Dean. It’s okay.”
The morning circle breaks. I pick up eight
name tags, ABAB pattern of circles and
squares, clouds and sun.
This article was featured in Issue 72 – Sensory Solutions For Life