Familiar Surroundings
I've danced to these rhythms before.
They've run in my ears
through my neck
down my spine
curved through my fingertips
as I mimicked the waves.
I've seen them before - my dear.
Chasing my urge to see the world
with my overwhelmed delicate knees,
wrapped in the idea that I've left an imprint of my feet along the coast of Lake Huron
so I'm able to yell as long as nobody's listening
because I've gotten lost in Lake Ontario.
It holds the burning sensation I get when the unsalted water finds its way against my heart
because I promised to have a patient love
sifting sand between my toes
simultaneously becoming acquaintances
with the countries I'd never touched before.
Before I was scared to have one less layer of skin
not being familiar with the unsalted lakes
and the comfort of people who’ve traveled on
Lake Michigan’s concrete pier
only being known for the courage we’ve thrown into the wind.
I've yet to feel the world around me
when I am able to mimic Superior and Erie
within my eyes and fingertips
but somewhere in the middle
I know I'll fall patiently in love.