Improvement

Improvement

The optometrist says my eyes
are getting better each year.
Soon he’ll have to lower my prescription.
What’s next? The light step I had at six?
All the gray hairs back to brown?
Skin tight as a drum?

My improved eyes and I
walked around town and celebrated.

We took in the letters
on the marquis, the individual leaves
filling out the branches of the sycamore,
an early moon.

So much goes downhill: our joints
wearing out with every mile,
the delicate folds of the eardrum
exhausted from years of listening.
I’m grateful for small victories.

The way my heart still beats time
in the cathedral of the ribs.

And the mind, watching its parade of thoughts
enter and leave, begins to see them
for what they are: jugglers, fire swallowers, acrobats
tossing their batons in the air.

— Danusha Laméris, author of The Moons of August

This poem is offered as part of our August theme: Carnival & Circus

T. S. Poetry

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