We think we know how to go along
When in fact we are in constant moment-to-moment
I look behind me all those years ago
And see a man who knew no fear

Not because anxiety did not register but
Because an Aurorae of Innocence enveloped me
Like a chrysalis, the placenta of life
Embracing me in a warmth still natal

With known unknowing

I grieve for that man
The loss oft times gets the best of me
I clamor for his youth and vitality
Knowing his naivety was not his fault

A fore-ward glance at the moments ahead
Cannot contain my consolation
Of leaving him on the steps of his own critique
Cantilevered to the bedrock of his reckless curiosity
To just let him go.

© K. James Ribble