The teapot’s base sizzles
on the burner before boiling.
Vapor congeals with light
and lingers. It enters my lungs,
becomes a part of me.
Amazing that water bends
to temperature so easily.
I strain to even touch my toes.
I think of how the molecules
can assert themselves
when needed. Finding a form
suitable to the moment.
I want to know the feeling:
to be water. To be nestled
into an ice cube tray.
To become something else—
a real-life movement into other.
Look here. You can see
where I’ve been.