Mishigami

The Big Lake she speaks to me
with sounds I do not comprehend.
Sitting on her beach
watching rhythmic waves rolling in
as they have for centuries
only changing from day to day
with her moods
and the winds and moon who flirt with her.
I imagine the Native Americans
who first came to this shore
calling out to her:
Mishigami.
Big Lake.
Endowed with waves endlessly
rolling in.