ILLINOIS AUDUBON BULLETIN 
MIGRATION 
A solitary goose 
lifts his thin head. 
Spring winds dance 
through shining feathers 
whispering memories. 
For a heart beat, 
bird retina fixes 
upon some distant 
evening star. 
Spring winds 
recircle him 
Tugging at 
silver feathers. 
A transitory light needle 
pierces ophidian brain, 
unable to impale 
long buried thoughts. 
Time and winds whirl about 
plucking pinions. 
He stirs — as if waking 
from a dream. 
Night calls. 
Spring winds whisper. 
Wings spread. 
Answering the finally-remembered 
ancestral summons. 
Ann Broman Fisher 
