standing outside the door
laughter and music fill the air.
Heart quickens
useless attempt to knock.
stomach grows tight
Why can't I leave?
please don't open the door
feet move!

Outside the door
that's where I belong.

outside and through the house
the chill breeze blows wanly
generations have fêted here
but its cold.

heath flowers on clumner bluff
muted browns moss and red flowers
this is where i belong.

editors note: these poems are from a posting on the 'autistic spectrum re-order' message board, the second poem is a response to the first which is by rita s.