Hag Riding/by 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 ...
Hag Riding/by 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
...