Tuesday, June 6, 2017

My kith, my kin

I did not write while in Europe. It seemed I would lose something if I did. I wanted to pay attention in a different way.

Europe had more stairs
But better bathrooms
It’s still amazing
The people I see
My kith
My kin
Even somewhere
On the autism spectrum
Our brains
Our feet
Our lives
Our loves
Our cares
Our light
Our dark
Here we are
All of us
We walk in the sun
We walk by the light
Of the moon
Of the stars
With our kith
With our kin.

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