POETRY: Perspective

I am
an anomaly
my bones get dense
with age
at least
that’s what the bathroom
scale has said

Strategy
works out;
years of sleeping
face down
using force
of gravity show breasts
are fuller now

Sun
and time
and patience
turn the blackest hair
to summer
blonde–whitest
purest white

But eyes
are surest shown
to be the best
achievement of
the aging process;
For they can finally see
youth