JARIS GOES AHEAD PRETTY
Shrill Sea, Little Trees
He claws through a hush before his feet makes companion with the hospital floor.
Chairs and thoughts and faces and whimpers all surround.
He slips through them to clean out their sound.
A boy unfolding as the knob turns.
He walks in and views his family unfurling their clothed tears.
He stood as she lay there soft-soaked in the fabric beneath.
Her body sunken into the bed like feet pressed against land.
What a breath it must have been for it to have been her last, to finally evade all that was once gathered, to spill into the silence all that wanted to be said.
Still he stands in her hospital room, breathing in what happened inside these four walls.
Still wondering, how weightless she must have felt.