Poem: The Light Side of Neurodivergence

A poem about listening to Dark Side of the Moon on a plane.

Listening to Dark Side of the Moon for
the flight home, and I tell my son

“I’m timing it so the screams in the song
‘Breathe’ — the first track proper — will

kick in as the wheels fold up, as we
lift from the tarmac”. He leans over,

whispers, “Autism” as a reply, then we
watch the count — together. He holds

my hand as the numbers drop down
from 30 to 1 — long we’ll fly, and

the song has just (perfectly) begun.
We share a laugh, and hold tight.