Flight

It happened when I held my arms
up as if ready for flight
It happened too soon
Perhaps I never assumed the almost
airborne pose in front of a mirror
or I'm always too busy rushing
to finish brushing my teeth
to take off on airborne journeys
But once the jolt hit, the memory
of my grandmother and mother's
upper arms came to mind--
their skin hung without form,
all youthful vigor gone, flaccid
Tonight I became my grandmother,
I became my mother, my upper arms
lacked strength, were devoid of shape
Tomorrow I will buy two weights
and attempt to hold age at bay