The Zen of Flying


First Flight


the bird must be ready before it can fly
wings strong; eyes and coordination
fixed right, muscles tuned

feathers dry; skin tight flexed
and bold, unafraid

a little push (a nudge from the nest)
sends it falling headlong into the abyss
to flail; and frightened struggle to gain

falling like a rock fluttering
heart pounding
in fear

wings grip the air
like stair steps
returns to


to soar
with both wings
sailing the crest of freedom


5 responses

  1. Pablo, thank you for giving us this strong and beautiful poem. Every line rings of love and
    strength. May we all reach this fearlessness and have the wisdom to encourage our children.
    To fly free like the birds.

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