Aspergers and Lonliness

It was warm, the sky blue as the sea, and the plants were open to us all.

We ran across the park, hid behind trees; one had bark so smooth I hugged it and knew what love meant.

We were so many, we had a picnic in a big round circle and passed the paper plates of food we spent the whole morning preparing, and I knew then what making food with love was all about.

We made eye contact, touched sticky hands (from the honey) and laughed merrily; we were loud, and forceful with each expression, because we meant it – every bellowing noise and exclamation came from the heart.

The colours of spring, the breeze of summer, the hugs of winter.

It was such a perfect day.