“Who needs it?”
That’s what we say
when what we needed turns out to be
the steady ground after an earthquake, skewing underfoot.
“Oh well.”
That’s what we say
when what we needed turns out to be
a bird’s nest with baby birds still in it, torn off by the wind.
“Never mind.”
That’s what we say
when what we needed turns out to be
a deer that gets up after being hit by a car, and runs off into the dark.
“I can do without it.”
That’s what we say
when what we needed turns out to be
an orphaned calf with a wolf-pack on its trail, struggling through the snow.
“Forget I ever mentioned it.”
That’s what we say
when what we needed turns out to be
the wind on a bare hillside after a fire, rushing past the blackened stumps.
An autist diagnosed later in life, with a love of reading and writing, and some fairly quirky attitudes.
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Relatable.
Thanks for sharing this.
Allistics don’t understand.
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