this reminds me in some very nice ways of a longish poem by Ray Bradbury entitled “Remembrance.” in it, he describes revisiting a ravine where he played as a child to retrieve a note he recalled having stashed in the bole of a tree - without remembering what the note expressed. It was a message from his child self to his adult self - the wonderous boy who somehow knew the grown man would return, and so, left words for him there.
lovely.
Posted by sawni on 09/02 at 03:34 PM
