Hairs

All my hairs advise ‘it’s easy innit,
growing up and slowly changing color?’
never the same, although it does appear so.


Never the same in all their fine particulars;
length and shade or light and oil or texture,
sometimes slimy wet and often straw dry.


When they’re bright and shiny, new and silky,
everything seems easy when we’re younger:
pushing atoms ruthlessly away
and up, and on, and on and up to grey.