There’s a point
in the progress of crisis
where one becomes water
and falls out of one’s accustomed vessel
onto the floor.  One loses one’s shape
and spreads thin, covers
everything.  Soaking through
and darkening the fabric, one
becomes transformative — recreating
the surface appearance.  One will eventually
evaporate, of course: the cursed truth
of this process.  But, there’s a sliver lining
to the cloud one will rise and form
at that point: one will fall again
as water, fill the vessel and return to
original state.  One is never at a loss
for identity.  One changes
but is unchanged, emotionally
things may seem different but one
is still the same essence.  One should take care
to be comfortable with such changes, understanding
that stability is constant, no matter the form
one takes.