• pacarroll99

A Poem to my Autistic Son - When I Return from the Business Trip to Arizona

Updated: Jan 22

When I return from the business trip to Arizona,

I stealth through the house and to bed

Discovered –

A rustle, footsteps, the door yawns ajar

You slide under the sheet,

“Daddy, spoon me” you whisper into my ear

Your hips pressing against mine,

A bird perched on me sideways


Your valleys lean into my mountains,

Your Rhode Island into my Arizona

Your East into my West

we lay against one another

Your home into my away,

your forehead burrowed into my cheek

We lay together, our jigsaw bodies

mercifully melting towards our coasts

Once asunder by distance

but never apart

© 2020 by Paul Carroll