Magnificent Migration

 Migration of the Magnificent   by john clare   Once when the Northeastern winds sent off course the South bound Magnificent Frigate, We enjoyed the time under the remote cypress hammock. She told of how on calmer currents past she had glanced upon me below, continuing onward through the night to the great Southern Archipelago. She said that had she known of such a hospitable friend, here is where the migration that night would have ended. But that was long ago when the winds blew fierce off shore and never since. The seasons merge and come the first frost of winter, I paddle out to the remote cypress hammock, in hopes perhaps in the night, the Frigatebird recalled our friendly past. But she never returns and I turn to paddle against the wind so slow. Somewhere in a harsher clime I pray, my migrating friend finds her Southern Archipelago.