Monday, 30 May 2011
Who Mourns For The Wandering Child
~ An Autism Memorial Day Poem ~
Who mourns for the wandering child,
moving blissfully away, going deeper
with the asphalt, into the woods.
Leaves sink into the mud
where a wanderer once stood,
nighttime falls, cold scatters with
fangs and the howls of wolves.
Who mourns for the runner
on sensory fire
towards carbon black, quick and light.
Can’t catch me, don’t even try!
Stop-go, green-light, reds lights flashing
No match for tire tracks,
the funeral hearse passing.
Who mourns for the eloper
without fear in their feet,
door locked, window screen
To the bank, to the shore, to
the waves up to knees,
a body tangled in the dirty seaweed.
I mourn. A mother. Me.
Chasing, with rapid heart, toes
fleeing towards the freeway,
towards the woods,
into the sea.
And, hope that God sees this. And, that he
hasn’t forgotten me.
Outside of abuse and neglect, wandering, running and elopement are the most common causes of death of persons with autism because many lack a sense of fear or danger.