WHOSE TO SAY WHO WE ARE NOT by Beth Haist

Yesterday, a little boy
Held open a door for me-
Twice, I walked through-
 Each time
A secret
  masked meeting-
our hearts
? smiled in recognition-
(I know a king when I see one)
And his little backpack
Already held
More than most could carry–
A stain glass-broken mosaic
Of color,
Code for Autistic