Quadriplegia: Eleven Years In

My son’s thinned 
Collapse of body 
           	Into living question. 
 
           	Spasms.
Now in daylight. 
In waves. He can feel them 
 
Coming. 
Rolling up, mid-ramp,
Spasming hand 
               
On joystick,                                                                                                                                                                              
Front wheels 
Rear up like a slow-motion
 
Stallion. 
The next time,
Already salt,
 
I do not turn.
           	To turn 
His head 
 
Until it hurts
Sometimes 
           	Stops the spasms.
 
Hard, he says. 
Says, You have 
           	No idea.