Autism Creative

Poetry: Forayer1 min read

An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.

That’s me—

One single meek marauder—

Just a

Homeward-bound scavenger

Wandering over wrecked pastures,

Scrambling up sodden mountains,

Foraging in broken fields,

Biding my time in the barrens,

Sunburned under ample skies.

Always finding


More or less.


  1. You acomplish a lot with very little here, I like the sense of intimacy and isolation you build.  It’s playful and I relate to the feeling of wandering and wish I could do it more myself.

  2. I love your poem.  It’s kind of my dream place.  Calming, interesting, and solitary.  Where I want to be.  Thanks

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