2021-2022, Poem, Writing

The Water Cycle

The Water Cycle
Rebeca Mendez Siquier, '25

I don’t think I’ll ever die
One morning I’ll wake up and will have become nothing
A cloud maybe
No, those are far too lively
I will evaporate into nothingness
No roses upon a gravestone
No tears upon their cheeks
An empty room
A window
A light
A half empty glass
No bones found on the ground
No ashes placed on the mantel
Like water
I will evaporate
And be no more, but return once more
As the air that fills your lungs, and lets you live.