Rite of Weigh

When I was twenty I weighed one-

hundred and twenty pounds. All 

that running biking climbing swimming 

I guess. Every year since then 

I’ve reliably gained one more

without my even noticing 

at first. A little birthday gift 

concealed in the rounding. All 

that sitting thinking walking breathing 

I guess. One-sixty sounds daunting 

but I’m really hoping to make it 

to one-eighty-five: symmetrical

octogenarian Buddha bowl no longer 

concerned with the counting.