Hair

Here is a poem that I wrote in my journal on June 28th, 2008. My hair was completely gone by July 6th:

The crown of a woman
Her glory; her honour.
As if awaiting my de-throning
I watch the clock; the calendar; the mirror.
Insidious, silent enemy
Preparing for battle
I bathe. The bubbles disappear.
The drain gurgles
Strands of hair cling tenaciously to the fibreglass cavity.
More than usual? Strands of hair curled into a question mark.
Reaching for the removable shower head
I chase the delinquent locks
They disappear down the drain.
Dare I check tomorrow?