Autistic Idol
A dark idol looking down
he stood above it all,
barely fluttered by the breeze
of life scurrying about.
With neither a nod or eye movement
of his eight-year-old face
to greet family and acquaintances,
Nick Blair was autistic.
Sometimes, not often mind you,
when I came to talk
and stimulate his mind,
gently pry the lid off of
darkness and self exile,
as a struggling
to understand
Psychology student,
I was awarded with
a gentle smile.
A brief change
in the granite like surface
of his still and gentle
little boy face,
made me smile back.
The brief ray of light
made me think;
here is the face of God,
a dark idol looking down
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