This gap,
This space
A tremendous river
Between us and them
Between our world and
Their secret place
We try to pull them into ours
Make them stay
Within the lines
Color inside the shapes
Circle, heart, square
Trace
The dots from here
To there
And they try, they really do
Feet together
Sit up straight
Quiet hands
Then hold the pen like this
Tripod grip
So write they do
Color they do
On paper as they should
Even though they prefer
Tables, walls or floors
This space
Between us and them
Between our world and
Their exquisitely secret place
Where silence lives
Too much of it
For our world at least
What will it take for us to know
This void
is part of who they are?
Who we are, who are we?
We are too full of noise
We are too full of markings
And
We are too afraid of nothing
Of
Blanks, of spaces, of gaps
The very same
that make our words richer, fuller
The very same
that make our world richer, fuller, more diverse
Beautiful
If we just look over
There is a bridge between
Their world and ours
Let's cross over
And fill in the blanks
Write love, tremendous love
On paper, tables, walls or floors
Occupy the space, embrace
Who they are, who we are
Autism,
This wall
Let's climb it. Or knock it down.
They are us
We are them
Let's close the gap.
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