AUTISM: A POEM
. . . . . XVII. Basketball with Alex
. . . . . 1
He dribbles as though with rhythms
. . . . . learned from listening to those older
recordings of mine, the vintage jazz
. . . . . he loves so much. Each time driving
the basket, he even seems to imitate
. . . . . the pulse of remembered downbeats.
. . . . . 2
Counting every bounce, he bounds
. . . . . across half court toward an empty net,
appearing to appreciate reassurance
. . . . . he receives whenever the ball returns,
trusts that way it always snaps back
. . . . . as if never wanting to leave his hand.
Dribbling to the rhythms of jazz: you've created such a wonderful image. I see Alex moving to his own complex rhythms, the inner music he alone hears and also clearly delights in.
ReplyDeleteI especially like how in the second stanza Alex goes fearless ("bounds", "trusts") toward "an empty net" , seemingly understanding that what he gives is given back. Confidence, security in feeling loved?