Noah writhes in his hospital bed. Largely non-verbal and living with severe intellectual disability, he moans repeatedly in pain as his nurse adjusts his morphine. His mother appears on the iPad we’re holding. “Noah, it’s Mommy.
Welcome innocent. Born into this world
from the warm abyss that was once your only home.
Virgin sensations inundated with light and noise, you are still blind.
But may you feel the sun and follow it. Follow it.
