Poem about grief, healing

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become interesting.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands.

--Galway Kinnell's poem, "Wait"

A friend of mine mentioned the book, "The Art of Losing; Poems of Grief and Healing," edited by Kevin Young. So I've got it on loan from the library, and I'm sifting through it for poems that speak to me. I'll share some of my favorites, from time to time.