To a younger self

 You will rise in blue mornings, and you will often not know the language, but you will understand others easily. Lilac mornings and connections on trains, numbers, tickets. You will travel through many days, and inner rooms will wait for you, decked in white.

Blue mountains will rise in the distance like a wild song.

You will be strong. You already are.

I think you will like the flowers -

yellow ones woven with others, shining on a mercy-blue postcard.

With love.