World of Love
For my nephew, who is on the autism spectrum
ET hobbles up the space ship’s silver
ramp and waves to the boy who found him,
standing now in moonlight, face glazed
with tears. I ask Patrick if he knows why
the boy in the movie is sad, and he says
Sure, and then Actually, no.
He’s losing his friend forever, I explain.
It makes him sad enough to cry.
To cry? echoes Patrick, and he
backs up the video,
watches that scene again, hits rewind
and watches once more, thumb jabbing
the slender remote, sound muted
in the dark room where he studies
the world of love for clues.