By Andrew R. Duckworth

Life was full of those moments.
Blissfully naive,
Not aware of the world’s worst evils,
Comfortable, collected, calm.
Caught in a bubble of purity,
Completely ignorant of ills,
Still and stable,
Like Adam before the fruit.
Mind free of monsters,
Free of the chains of knowledge.
Open to nature, isolated,
Letting wonder crash like waves.
Life was full of those moments.