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Flight Path

Giles Griffin


A frantic flapping as I ran by, watching my feet

Avoiding the shit dog owners leave

In this our shared strip of semi-wildness

Between grey suburbia and the wetlands

Between tamed nature and the real thing.


And there you were, entangled in the strands

Of an electric fence, thankfully disarmed

Majestic, dark-eyed, razor-beaked, one wing

Wedged up between the strands

You, not knowing what had trapped you

Me, not understanding how you got there

The two of us ensnared by fear

Of each other, suddenly face to face

With a species we had little business with

But also had no need to be afraid of.


So I stopped, inhaled your magnificence,

Your taloned feet, your red-dark plumage

But also your white-barred-black wing twisted up

Pondering how I might release you, this

Not being a skill they teach at school or college

Even though dear friends are avid birders

This circumstance had not been discussed, nor

Notes taken for future reference.

So I simply said: “It’s OK, stay calm, let the wing slide down

Don’t struggle, you will hurt yourself, gently does it”

Or words to that effect, to calm myself as much as you.


You stopped. The wing, held in the upper strand

Slowly glided down, and you gathered yourself.

Then you looked at me, as if to say: “Of course

I wasn’t panicking, you just startled me and I

Well, I just got a fright when you came running.”

Which I had been doing from a long way off

And surely birds of prey are, well, eagle-eyed

But I did not correct you: it was not my place.


We contemplated each other, as strangers sometimes do

Looked each other obliquely in the eye, considered

Whether this encounter might continue or was over.

All in all, for Africa it was very British, frosty, formal, aloof.

Then you dipped your rufous head, spread your wings

Now released but not quite yet re-tested

And took off to my right, around the houses, slowly

In no great hurry to part from our strange meeting.

Further down the path, which I then followed, you stopped

Perched by the side of the path, gathering yourself again

Hoping, I suppose, that full flight would still be possible.

And so it was, because as I jogged up beside you, off you soared,

Circled, glided across rooftops and out of sight, encounter over.


And as I ran on past the vlei-side houses with their mountain views

My heart crash-landed meaning: power and freedom,

A moment trapped in ignorance, requiring only calm

And self-belief to solve the shock, tackle the new

Inspired to find release and strength to soar again

To summit rooftops, find new flight paths, ways to live.


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow with the Life Riting Collective on 21 July 2022


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