A Small Poem

Double Vision

In the graveyard today I had double vision

Double vision of the white marble statue

White marble statue on the nun’s grave

The nun’s grave where the sisters are laid

The sisters are laid God rest their souls

Their souls carried heavenwards by wings of white doves

White doves fly now at approaching black habits

Black habits whipped around legs in the wind

In the wind in the graveyard I had double vision

Of perhaps not quite rested souls