Water-Woman Poem by Rachel Bari

Pour me into any container
I remain
The shape of the vessel.
Pour me out
I transform
To take on new forms.
Every new form
Is an experiment,
An art work,
Many take credit.
I however marvel
At the Maker.
I am water,
I am woman
I shall not be contained.
My shape
Is mine as I please.
I am not permanent,
Not elusive
Yet unattainable.
Pour me differently
I shall always fill and flow
Stop the flow if you will.