On Autism with My Son, Waiting for the Train

Together, down a level
he’s overly tense-
Among the “normal people”
with their loud staring silence…

A huge smile on his face
he leans into the track
It’s my only weakness
and I hold him back

He’s laughing for years
Jumps, spins, flaps his hands
tasting the tears
only he understands

Reciting words
breathless and dragged
Before he explodes
however, I’d plead

Help ME Please

Always we huddle
forever in anticipation
looking down the tunnel
for the next one