for Lucille Clifton
Bless Lucille’s big hips!
And bless my own free-at-last hips!
Here they are dawdling
and not worrying one
bit about where they are
to anyone else.
You can look at me or not.
I am not saying anything personal anymore.
I am saying hips breasts belly legs feet
roots branches and big thick trunk
monkeys lithe and witty in the dawn trees
tigers shaking out oiled stripes of sun and shadow –
I say you can look at me or not.
I am busy dancing –
and fat as the fat old sun.