“climbing”
A Poem by Lucille Clifton
a woman precedes me up the long rope,
her dangling braids the color of rain.
maybe I should have had braids.
maybe I should have kept the body I started,
slim and possible as a boy’s bone.
maybe I should have wanted less.
maybe I should have ignored the bowl in me
burning to be filled.
maybe I should have wanted less.
the woman passes the notch in the rope
marked Sixty. i rise toward it, struggling
hand over hungry hand.
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From Book of Light by Lucille Clifton. Used with permission from Copper Canyon Press. 2020.
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