They fold and turn in upon themselves
a perfect sweep into their own embrace
A cup, a chalice
filled with shadows
Novice nuns nodding and whispering prayers
in their white wimples
Attendant and erect like nurses
with their caps and bandages
In a night garden they glow
and promise a handful of the moon
At a wedding they mirror the bride
a silken skin under a white veil
At a funeral they supply a shroud
to warm the walk down the path of white winter snow
Back to the July 1998 Issue of Body Positive Magazine.