January 31, 2018
By Sam Huber
Floating On a Puzzle
(A Poem about Autism)
I am awkward and obvious,
I’m obsessed ‘n’ focused,
Autism has been around for many years,
And very little has changed.
I’m the ruff that hides the diamond,
And the wacky hair man that got us to the moon too,
For I am not in your school,
But I am same as you.
I may be silent and mischievous,
But you sometimes look away,
I may find a crayon delicious,
With the stuff I will never say,
I’ll still give you the best I can give,
Have you got to know me yet?
I am the silence that brings balance to sound,
Or that you feel at a sunset.
You will observe me while I mislead you,
And follow the hurricane that I spin you,
Until the moment I separate myself from you,
Go for help and mountains will heed you,
My mind is totally made to be unique,
Let it be known when I shriek,
And others roll their eyes in disbelief,
Letting you know how I feel and offer relief.
This is correct ladies and gentleman,
Do not reach for that I-phone or remote.
Well, I am the shirt tag from the store
Making your kid roll around the living room floor.
I am the toy outside the box,
Can’t find the batteries, Mom, look at me go.
I am the spaceman who forgot to take off his helmet,
In front of the TV set.
We are minds are not of earth,
But our fingers control your surf,
I am the man in the moon,
Floating on a puzzle piece and please come home soon.