Conversion

As the temperature rises

My little pot

Begins to quake

Louder as it becomes

Grumbling, groaning

Creaking hot pot

A building phenomenon

Heat compounding pressure

I can feel it in my chest

Such agitation in this little pot

Trembling water

Expansion upon itself

This container

Such thin walls

Cradling this ignition

Rotating inner tension

Unseen yet felt, known

Roaring from head to floor

Might I step back

This churning cauldron

Expanding now too

Loud

Felt into me

And as the water can quake no more

Vessel can take no more

A sudden shift occurs

Blazing hot water transforms

Finding alignment once more

Once cold, then resistant

Now a rolling boil altogether new

The heat potentiated dance ensues

Clarity, coherence

As flow returns

Quieted, soothed

A whole new life

It made it through