Sister Anne Robb Writes a Letter.

Sister Anne Robb Writes a Letter

   Having turned in my stamps,
   signed on to silence,
   I dream
   the old friends
   open their empty mailboxes.
   In dreams,
   they come to visit,
   dressed oddly,
   staring and shy.
   In dreams,
   they shout out to me
   from the other end of the church.

   I trace their names
   in the sand of my palm
   and God
   washes them
   into himself.