The End of Innocence
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(Christmas mantle, 2023)
The End of Innocence
I’m about to begin reading Don Quixote
which will be a first for me,
but I know its gist,
and how it’s both the first modern
and greatest novel to ever come out of Spain,
and how it’s celebrated still almost 500 years later.
And that makes me wonder
in an age of reason
that has moved far beyond myth and fantasy,
at least myths that don’t support the modern fantasy,
what is its enduring appeal?
Perhaps it’s as simple as the end of innocence
which we all know from our youth,
an innocence which embraces magical thinking
as an expected norm,
and lays down memories that haunt us for life;
memories of cracks in the sidewalk
and monsters in the dark.
But the really interesting thing
is how short our childhoods actually are,
at least for those of us who live to an average age,
and yet how lasting those formative years can be.
This is what defines us after all,
what we aim to grow out of,
and what determines how we do it.
But sometimes I get a glimpse of my earliest memories
and they aren’t magical or fantastic at all
they are instead of the simple things,
the sense of hot and humid air,
the melody of voices, and feel of a soft cheek on mine.
The magical and fantastical comes later
as our imagination grows
and we begin to think
trying to make sense of it all
with our own novel tale.
Winter is almost here,
with Christmas close behind,
and in this time of dark, as magic and mystery rules,
the child in us all stirs, expectant in our innocence,
blissful in the ignorance of its passing.
Wondering even now, at the wonder of it all.
(12/18/23)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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