The great lakes would swallow you,
the ocean not know you're there.
The Finger Lakes will cradle
and expand your life, and share.
Water a mile across.
Water an hour long.
Water white-capped in the wind
and glass at night when it's gone.
Stand beside it with some wine;
drink its bounty deep.
Smell and gaze and hear and taste.
Feel its breadth, then sleep.