Safe at Dock

Safe at Dock

Afloat in swirling blue and red,
my sounds tick-tock inside my head.
I rock with waves inside my soul.
I’m not like you, but I am whole.

In noisy crowds, my palms grab ears.
Sticky, gritty hands I fear.
Clothing, clawing nails that snag.
Flourescent lights become red flags.

Too much, too loud, too sticky, too red,
your world is way too much, I said.
I grope, I rock, the swirl, the clock,
the waves, my soul is safe at dock.


SWPoet

Check out this site:  http://www.hale.ndo.co.uk/index.htm
and try to see what they see.  Also, check out this kid's artwork
(3 yo with Autism) - Siobohn's story at http://www.siobhansdream.com
She isn't just Autistic, but artistic also. This poem was
inspired by this little girl and my own 3 year old who isn't
Autistic but is very sensitive to loud noises.