I come from the water…
fluid-filled womb that cushioned me from the beginning of my journey
until I burst through to the sunlight
I thrived on the water . . .
maternal liquid that nourished me as I metamorphosed
birth to infancy to toddler and beyond
I survive with the water . . .
sacred and pure, necessity of life
without it I shrivel and die
I share the water . . .
with family and friends and strangers alike,
for to hoard the water would be a sin
I cleanse myself with the water. . .
each time I touch or drink the water,
the ritual cleanses my soul
the water washes my body, the dishes,
the windows, the clothes, the floor,
how mundane and profound is the water
all water is holy
I frolic in and on the water. . .
joy-filled splashes on hot summer days illustrate
the miracle that I am here at this moment
gliding on blades over an icy platform, pink-cheeked
with frozen toes says I am alive, I am alive, I am alive.
Thus, I want to return to the water. . .
do not put me in the ground to be forgotten.
Scatter me in ponds, streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans
disperse me in waterways so that I may travel the earth
until I reach the great sea, vaporize into a mist,
ascend to a cloud and return as a gentle rain to nourish future life.
Then I will have life everlasting.