I can’t remember

.thumbprintpoetry.

the details not exactly clear.

the sounds echo faint,

at the location brings me close,

to tears after so many years,

waves causing turbulence lap more gently now.

still some emotional hang-ups even after

many years gone

some impressions never removed.

still here though,

this lately I have come to see,

signs of a foundation I thought had eluded me.

I am wrong again,

No set of directions,

 No manual does life comes with.

Still I am finding,

Some outcomes worth forgetting,

The way better understood,

And that for today like most days

I keep giving it a shot,

And that’s the best I have got.

.kevin lloyd lakes.