Have you ever found yourself between starshine and clay?

In February of this year Pulitzer Prize winner Lucille Clifton died. Her gift for using words to capture universal experience, by describing private understanding, is touching to me.

Can you find yourself in the words of her poem:

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

Share and celebrate with me.