Treasure Island

Lucille Clifton

(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

climbing


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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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