A poem, or line of poetry, that I return to: I am a generally sloppy and frustrated baker, but every time I try, I find myself repeating—as a sort of incantation—the vivid, compact, flawless opening lines from “i am not done yet,” by Lucille Clifton: “as possible as yeast / as imminent as bread.” It’s a poem about becoming, about the endless act of inching closer to who we are meant to be. It says, We are never finished. It says, Maybe today is the day you wait long enough for your dough to rise.
— Ellen Cushing, from “The Culture Survey: Ellen Cushing” in The Atlantic, August 20, 2023
“i am not done yet”
as possible as yeast
as imminent as bread
a collection of safe habits
a collection of cares
less certain than i seem
more certain than i was
a changed changer
i continue to continue
what i have been
most of my lives is
where i’m going
— Lucille Clifton, published in Good Woman: Poems and a Memoir 1969-1980