Today. I forgot that I was a poet- I Forgot that God touched my tongue so I can bend the sky with words. forgot that language is a weapon war ready in the corner of my jaw- Today- I rose from my slumber and discovered a poem lingering in daughter's eyes - laid in the soft of my wife’s bosom and praised God for the song humming sweet in her bones. held her, like I knew she was created for glory. Today, God's gifts reminded me that I was a poet.