transport

as she lay
somewhere in the dark
basement corridor
of the hospital
beneath a cold sheet,
you sat upstairs with
her brother and sister
to iron out
the details of her
next move.
a truck would transport
her body to new Hampshire.
the grief counselor
said a few words.
nothing memorable.
cautious about bringing
God into this
whole thing.
what was there to say
anyways. but you remember
her using the word
transport, that stuck
with you
even through all
the grief.