Lucille Clifton



                  hag riding


why
is what i ask myself
maybe it is the afrikan in me
still trying to get home
after all these years
but when i wake to the heat of morning
galloping down the highway of my life
something hopeful rises in me
rises and runs me out into the road
and i lob my fierce thigh high
over the rump of the day and honey
i ride      i ride


Lucille Clifton, The Collected Poems of Lucille
Clifton, BOA Editions, 2012.