First Flight

First draft 12 minutes, but I tumbled these words all night long
and came to write smooth stones as soon as I got up)
(Second draft, tweaked a few words based on suggestions from
writers in my prison writing group.)

First Flight

So — for weeks we watched baby robins pop up their heads
open their beaks to mama feeding moths

and other winged things and bugs. Yesterday
a baby stood up, wobbly legs, and

inched out onto the flat part of the downspout,
look down, flapped a wing, winged things already

in her bloodstream, flutter of flight,
air currents; mama was in the nearby maple,

chirping, her baby backed back into the nest.
I went to my workshop to teach fledging students

how feelings take flight with words, can soar,
birth emotions on our up-sweeping heart’s breath.

Returning home, the nest is empty. And I can only imagine
that first spread of wings, that downward headlong fall, gasp,

then grace of upswing, elation of flight. First love with
air currents, breathing in words. My own as well.


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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