Okoboji’s wave-crashing lullaby
baptized me whole.
Her voice sounds just like
my grandmother’s missing
morning-hum.
It echoes like a ripple,
and it rings in far-off frequencies.
I run off the dock –
one hundred and thirty-six feet deep.
She will catch me.
She has let me fall.
Born from a blue-water lake,
I collected Her drops in my eyes.
She wanted me to be my own reservoir.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:13 AM UTC
Okoboji’s wave-crashing lullaby
baptized me whole.
Her voice sounds just like
my grandmother’s missing
morning-hum.
It echoes like a ripple,
and it rings in far-off frequencies.
I run off the dock –
one hundred and thirty-six feet deep.
She will catch me.
She has let me fall.
Born from a blue-water lake,
I collected Her drops in my eyes.
She wanted me to be my own reservoir.