If You Knew What It Means

The interface of autism is
not a place you would be,
not a place where a face has meaning;
and in this sessile sense of it –
what it is to be alone, unattached,
although uncritically loving;
where the despair of those
significant others leaves
a sense of bewilderment,
where you sleep uncritically
free of dreams – and yet
there is a peace worth knowing.

All is free of the taint of it, all
is pure and first received,
and the birdsong and the
colours of the sun give
adequate recompense…
– if you know what it means.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-20