Forget everything you were about to say.
Today the frost finally came,
covering whatever you left unfinished for another season.
Forget everything you left unfinished.
Today the great quarry rocks rolled into town on a train,
filling in the gaps and bridging lapses of memory.
Forget the language of your birth.
Today a new fluency sings the stories your body holds,
forgiving all contracts made knowingly or unknowingly.
Forget false forgiveness and broken gods.
The moment the rose quartz you carried near
your heart shattered, the trees leaned in closer.
Forget the fears you harbored, the stranglehold of resentment,
the thievery of doubt, the lock-down for disaster.
Tonight the sheltering sky whispered your name at dusk.
Forget the cavity of questions and the hollow heartbeat.
Forget the raging storms and the losing battles.
A new warrior is rising, and she wears your face.