Convent Memories in the Alps
Jan Ball
These Maria mountains are not my memories,
No Captain Von Trapp for me. I saw
Only paunchy old priests and gnarled gardeners
All those years in the convent.
I know what people think,
That there’s a secret tunnel from
The convent to the rectory
But all I saw in the basement was
The laundry, old furniture and
A maze of water pipes covered in canvas
So they wouldn’t leak steam from the furnace.
