Teapot

It was me against the teapot every midnight,
Will I beat the teapot someday?
If I won, I’ll make a cup for my grandma,
She is gone, so I’ll go to the sea.
If it wins, I’ll turn into one,
For my mom in her kitchen sink..
My ring of power was in the kitchen sink.
I was a kitchen sink,
After a long run, quite often.
I’m left standing against it, quiet, often,
Every summer’s winter.

Circles of the circled life reflected in the boiling red,
Waiting for me to transform,
Shrinking myself in my sleeves,
Sinking with it.
A call for evenings, windy autumn evenings:
Of no one, no time.
Of no one, no one in time.
It’s fine to be a red.
It’s fine to be a tea red.
Will i be a teapot one day?