Poetic Wishes for the World

 Joshua Greiner

Brynn F

 Advocating For Myself    

     In the beginning of my RPM journey, I had this insatiable desire to learn and do as much as I possibly could. Ready to conquer the world after years of silence, I had a lifetime of thoughts in my head. Perhaps I had the anger and frustration of a lifetime also. I wanted to prove myself and my intellect. I wanted to advocate for all non-speaking autistics. I wanted a "normal" education. What I wanted and what my unwilling body and nervous system could do were two very different things.

     I was burning out on autism and trying to do all I could to keep my head above water. I remained in denial. I pushed myself harder and asked for more work, more goals, and more activities. When all was said and done, I was overwhelmed and resented not being capable of living life to my interpretation of its fullest. I finally talked to my parents and advocated for myself. Having their support meant the world to me. I took a break from academics, learned how to conserve my energy, and accepted that it's okay to do what I can even though it seems my friends can do so much more. 

     Having time to be "me" lessened my anxiety and brought balance to my life. I still have goals and I still plan to advocate. I want to encourage others to advocate for themselves. To do life as an autistic is hard enough without adding our own preconceived notions about what we think we should be doing. 

Nadia Sohn Fink

-Nadia Sohn Fink, Rosh Hashanah 5783 (2022)

God was a firefly.

Harvest moon our witness.

God said weave the leaves

between the apples from the

Farmer's market and the

honey you didn't remember to get—

Recall your grandmother

God said hold her there:

Weave memory and light

Invite everyone in:

their grandmother,

what she always said,

what you forgot to tell her.

It's not too late or early.

Harvest moon nodded,

remembered his mother,

slipped behind the clouds.

God glowed green: Think!

Every thread

that's ever been still is!

Weave your book of life

With everyone's ancestor ink.

Thomas Callahan

 

The lightning sang me a thunder song

Then it seemed nothing is wrong

And wind was always like a child

Blowing, rushing, very wild.

NASA Webb Telescope Inspired Poem by Ryan Bellet

 

This poem is dedicated to my teacher, friend, and the most patient person I know, Kaira.

Nasa Webb telescope inspired poem 

8/23/22 

I’m amazed at the pictures from the Webb 

It makes me feel all miniscule 

And then my brain feels large 

It looks like Jupiter is in charge of the galaxy 

To ask for questions from space  

Is amazing as only a question could be 

To hear a black hole whisper and moan 

Is beyond my wildest dreams 

Only the moon is more powerful than these pictures 

It is the most light I have ever seen Jupiter in 

It makes the other planets seem like 

They exist to worship Jupiter

The Persistence Of Memory

 

This poem was inspired by Salvador Dali's 1931 painting "The Persistence of Memory"

mesa behind

melting time

melting horse

entering entrance

to slow and hot

entrance to

Mesa Land

slows time

zero o'clock

enter and 

BEWARE

- Fox Bailey

Plenty Wandering Evenings by Arth S.

 

Plenty passed on cosmic grandeur

Plenty reached out and spied

Plenty call to falling stars

Plenty watch wide-eyed

Tomorrows enter yesterdays

Time plays holes and strings

Silver streaks and stones hold

Plenty wandering evenings.