I spent my childhood with 80% of my being consisting of the lakes of Michigan. They bathed me, satiated my thirst, steamed my vegetables, and it was on their banks that I found my first horizon.
I am their quiet lapsing…
… their lively surfaces…
… their shifting shapes and colors…
Chicago flows out of me and into me with a nighttime’s stillness…
… and winter’s freeze must give pause…
I am not the constant motion of the ocean. I find stillness next to a cricket’s song.
