The Real Superbowl

Because you know how it is when
the shell of heaven cracks open and
ten seconds count down to that first catch
of egg yolk sun peeking bright-eyed=light
Suit Up!

And your open eyed prayers to face the sun
feel the orgasm of breath and heartbeat
sublime you to a new holy communion
with yourself and the world opening the
roaring stadium of this day
Yeah, Kick Off!

And more, you know you’ll plow through laundry,
bills to pay, friends called, business, wood chopped,
pasta wine cake and the joy of her smiling hello when you call
your 95 year old mother and thank her for
your birth and 4,795 washed and cleaned clothes
extra yardage, yeah,
see the goal posts

Charging through the days, weeks, years, a seemingly
clear field ahead to the end zone but you hope,
someone, will tackle you, so you can have at least
one more great play before you cross the goal line
and stripe shirted St. Peter raises his arms
at sundown.
because, you know. . . the real superbowl.

James Ciletti


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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