I push waves with my toes
Up Lake Superior.

I kiss each drop with promises,
Hoping you catch them.

I think you listen every night,
Ear cupped to the tide, feet submerged.

I imagine you save them in empty jars,
specimens on desktop.

In the morning you'll send them back
Freshly whispered and crisp.

I'll rub them between fingertips.
Your frozen ankles will tingle.