A Rescue ~ John Updike

+Photo by Ralph W. Scott © 1997 Gregg J. Scott

 

A Rescue

Today I wrote some words that will see print.
Maybe they will last "forever," in that
someone will read them, their ink making
a light scratch on his mind, or hers.
I think back with greater satisfaction
upon a yellow bird--a goldfinch?--
that had flown into the garden shed
and could not get out,
battering its wings on the deceptive light
of the dusty, warped-shut window.

Without much reflection, for once, I stepped
to where its panicked heart
was making commotion, the flared wings drumming,
and with clumsy soft hands
pinned it against a pane,
held loosely cupped
this agitated essence of the air,
and through the open door released it,
like a self-flung ball,
to all that lovely perishing outdoors.

~ John Updike ~

 

+ Sincere thanks to Greg Scott for allowing me to feature his father, Ralph Scott’s phenomenal capture of a goldfinch in flight.