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.