South

I was thought to always go south
To search for the sun
To dream the dream
Of the happiest summer.
I have followed the flock
And I have batted the wings
Like the victorious pelicans do
When they are not gliding
Smooth currents.
I have warmed up in the sun,
I have dreamt many dreams
And still have not found
In the depths of the south
That perfect round moment
Except when I was sharing
The day, the meal, and the the heart.