I imagine that it’s hard
being a nymph so far from your sisters
that sometimes you feel yourself
evaporating into nothingness and think
this time is the last time
you get to say goodbye
I imagine that you miss your home so much
that you can’t resist falling to pieces
your flesh turned rain
for a chance to touch the earth again
I imagine you know how fleeting life is
when yours is a constant cycle of condensation
and precipitation
and never holding still
your distant cousins live inside of gargantuan groves
the centuries passing at a slow and steady clip
while you exist in a constant state of flux
I imagine no two winds have even felt the same
across your insubstantial skin
Nephele [poem]
