By Lucille Clifton

today we are possible.

the morning, green and laundry-sweet,
opens itself and we enter
blind and mewling.

everything waits for us:

the snow kingdom
sparkling and silent
in its glacial cap,

the cane fields
shining and sweet
in the sun-drenched south.

as the day arrives
with all its clumsy blessings

what we will become
waits in us like an ache.


Lucille Clifton, "birth-day" from How to Carry Water: Selected Poems. Copyright © 2020 by The Estate of Lucille T. Clifton. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of BOA Editions, Ltd., All rights reserved.