to never forget

oh to start, never forget a promise you've made or been made

and well goodness, I've forgotten the notion which compelled me to write a poem on this subject

but ah, 

it has been remembered.

a notion, 
to never forget:

how beautiful the unknown is.

how easy it is to breathe deeply, to return to calm.

the past should be reflected upon, but not dwelled,

the present is precious and ripe with possibility,

the future is wonderfully mysterious; never frightening if in the right state of mind.

never forget to peel away the thick outer-layer of your heart which masks the tender succulence beneath, that it is.

never forget to take it slow, listen then speak, when overwhelmed by all.


the clock ticks and objects dangle and rest

just as my crochet dress cascades upon the white wooden shutter of my window

it hangs as a curtain, though time never anticipated it would.

the once-future sculpted its present self.

today, the garment a decoration for my bedroom

tomorrow, the garment a decoration for my body


the metaphors pour into and out of one another, 

and the clock tells me it's time for sleep.


never forget, to let yourself rest.