Resounding

Summers on sandbars,
  Diving off docks –
In the tributaries and reveries
    of Eastside creeks.
In the Union of lakes, rivers, and locks.
  The King-sized Sound
    of oxbow memories and estuaries.

The native Sound – poised, comforting.
    Like a warm drizzle, a fine mist.
  In perpetuum, hailing me homebound.