If I when I'm shouting when I'm shouting in the tin-roof rain against the stadium crowd If I when in the white shadow of her pain bone marrow and head to toe If I fail to make myself heard then I only have myself to blame
- I'm practiced enough in finding a way through through careful positioning through forceful attention grabbing with her head in both hands taking her head to mine and catching her eyes brow to brow and toe to toe until she knows I'm there and that she can come back to us here where the quiet is.
Sensory overload in children is crippling. This was kicked off by a reading of https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46483/danse-russe . But I went in a different direction.