Nun at the Retreat Center
Nun at the Retreat Center
Her hair is wet in the morning
but the showers are dry–
Too modest to undress
in a strange place?
Gray-haired, quiet and mousey
slight and bent,
her tan slacks have a crisp crease.
She combs her hair with a small
curved comb–the kind women
wore in their hair in a past
century. It must feel like
raking, pulling it through
thinning locks atop
her white scalp.
She’s leaving today,
wants to look nice
for her departure.
The framing stanzas set off an uncomfortably clear middle stanza. Thanks for the curved comb detail.
You see her being so private.