Holds Also Hope

       Think back to the day you received the phone 
call when ___ was brought to the hospital. What 
       was the color of the sky before that moment
and then immediately after? Where did the smell
       of smoke come from and why couldn't you  
get rid of it for days? And think back a season 
       before, when snow had not yet covered 
the ground: the hinge of the box was folded 
       shut; its cadre of shapeshifting griefs 
still lay inside, either quietly or harnessed 
       to unknown purposes. You must try hard 
to remember in any aftermath, even these 
       once had bones wanting to become flesh, 
wanting to be named, called to, forgiven.