I want you to scatter my ashes in water.
Fling me into the mouth of the mighty Mississippi,
so that I can forever feel
the hard rush of steady movement
pulling me ever onward toward the sea.
Scatter me gently into the most placid lake
so that I can float peacefully
the slow changing of seasons.
Throw me into the ocean
so that I can feel the exhilarating rise and fall of wave
and perhaps come ashore on some distant land.
Sprinkle me into the creek that runs behind my grandmother’s house
and let me explore forever the twists and turns
and little nooks under rocks
where I always thought buried treasure might be.
Please don’t drop me on the ground and leave me there,
to be mixed in with the dirt,
only to grow stagnant and still
and watch time pass from one fixed point.
I want my forever to be enveloped by the cycles
only water creates.
I want to evaporate into the clouds
and fall again to the earth.
Over and over.
When I die, scatter my ashes in water,
and do not miss me much
for I will be in every drop of rain
falling always like gentle kisses on your face.