Letter to My Younger Self - Lewis Buchner

[Lawrence Robinson]

Letter to My Younger Self

Lew.
You’re walking a little too fast.
Slow a little and come back inside yourself.
There you go.
Look up at the sky — how the tree tops
intersect that line of gray clouds
and the hills are soft with mist.
That’s a red shouldered hawk — hunting.

I could say “Don’t work so hard to be loved.
Even now, a warm breeze 
blows toward you.”

I might whisper, 
“The world isn’t something
you need to wrestle
into place.
It knows how to be
without your instructions”.

And in friendship?
The creek doesn't ask
all the water to be clear.

But I wouldn't change your path.
Those were the bruises
you had to heal.
Those were the rainstorms 
you walked through.

All this time
the same bell 
faint but certain 
rings across the morning —
the sound following you
through the mist
as you walk
without knowing
into this very moment. 

	- Lewis Buchner
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