Wild Blessings by Lucille Clifton

This poem is really intresting and it says something that is very true about the understanding, that sometimes revelations is something hard to handle or to look at even if we understand it there is something inside us that can't undestand it or at least wishes not to have heard or seen that...

"I am grateful for many blessings
but the gift of understanding,
the wild one, maybe not."

In this case she is talking of "the wild one" because thru all the poem she mentions situations that can happen, but that are hard and not ethical or moral, like the father that abused from her daughter, a suicide... and many things...

"in that hand the hand of a man who
emptied into his daughter, the hand
of a girl who threw herself
from a tenement window, the trembling
junkie hand of a priest, of a boy who
shattered across viet nam
someone resembling his mother,
and more. and more."

I believe that she is trying to say that she can understand the reasons for those people to do that, but she can't finish to understand it or she wishes she hand't because it might be something that goes against her way of thinking.