hag riding by Lucille Clifton

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 

~ from Blessing the Boats, New and Selected Poems 
1988-2000 (BOA Editions, Ltd, 2000)