From the Greek: <br />Autos 'self' + ism <br /> <br />Fingers point <br />the market, <br />the airport, <br />the beach, <br />the park, <br />the classroom <br />of average kids: <br />fingers <br />'What's wrong with him? ' <br />Her suburban replies <br />remedy the unacquainted: <br />'I spoiled him.' <br />Her unconventional <br />solutions unnerve <br />their ignorance. <br />Homeopaths, <br />reflexologists, <br />acupuncturists, <br />allergists search <br />for alternatives <br />to hopelessness, <br />to the little body <br />battles clouding <br />the causes, <br />to flapping <br />speechless pleas. <br />His environment, <br />our government, <br />their sexual evolution: <br />Backlashes captured <br />in an uncommunicative <br />boy on the floor, <br />on the cusp of trust <br />and frustration. <br />He voyages on a carpet <br />of bright blue, red <br />and green plastic toys, <br />fits together the pieces <br />created for FAO smiles, <br />for competitive parents <br />buying lawyer bibs <br />for their babies. <br />He is five and drools, <br />moans, howls in melodic <br />staccato. The waiting <br />room watches his mother <br />discipline strength <br />and force, follow <br />through and praise. <br />He smiles past everyone, <br />past the tyco zebra, <br />his inner fence fastening <br />on the wall, keeping <br />in the out, trapping <br />the knat, the mole, <br />the glaze behind the haze. <br />Everyday his mother's <br />January highway sun blinding <br />the way beyond the glare.<br /><br />Rosemarie Sprouls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-greek-autos-self-ism/
