My three sisters are sitting <br />on rocks of black obsidian. <br />For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are. <br /> <br />My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession. <br />She is going as the Transparent lady <br />and all her nerves will be visible. <br /> <br />My second sister is also sewing, <br />at the seam over her heart which has never healed entirely, <br />At last, she hopes, this tightness in her chest will ease. <br /> <br />My third sister is gazing <br />at a dark-red crust spreading westward far out on the sea. <br />Her stockings are torn but she is beautiful.<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-21/
