Sometimes the water starts to boil
Before the stove is on
And the bubbles rise
With each lost moment.
And I am powerful beyond my awareness.
The steam continues to rise
And I hear my mother warn me
To not get burned or inflict the
And the fire is fueled from
Greed and selfishness and apathy
Sustain the flame.
And a child is forgotten.
And my limitations turn to ash.
There’s danger in boiling water,
But we need it—I need it
To create, to give life
To rise like the steam
And to transform
That which I am and those who I
A mother kisses her daughter goodnight
And they smile.
And nobody knows the strength of boiling water
Until they’ve cooked with it.