Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot.

Not sure why
But my mind lately
Drifts back to my childhood
To a village I little remember
To the days I little remember
Where I endured awkward youth
Maybe it was
The spirit of the ’70s
Or maybe it was just me
But it seemed that
That village was
A good place to be from
A good place to leave behind
Five hundred or a thousand miles
A lifetime ago
But now I wonder why
That past is blocked from my memory
What happened
Or didn’t happen
I will probably never know
As my links to that world
Are either dead
Or random social media artifacts
Teasing me
Frustrating me
With a past that is little more
Than early morning mist
Upon the Hudson
Dissipating in the sun
Relegated to memory
Lost
Like a hiker in the Catskills
Like a childhood stolen away

©2021 Kevin Fraleigh