TO A YOUNG NUN

This undemanding love

that our staggered births

have purchased for us -

You in your generation,

I in mine.

I am not the one

you are looking for.

You are not the one

I've stopped looking for.

How sweetly time

disposes of us

as we go arm in arm

over the Bridge of Details:

Your turn to chop.

My turn to cook.

Your turn to die for love.

My turn to resurrect.