Ignorance*
Is no longer bliss
Once treasured
As playful
Dissolves
Into frustration
Always reaching
Yearning
For something unattainable
Slipping through fingers
Like the constant grasping
For sky
When a child swings
They kick their legs back
And force them forward
Hoping to be propelled
Towards something tangible
Hands outstretched
Fingers tingling
With the hope of
Seizing something
That can’t be perceived
Children giggle and laugh
Pleased with how close they came
But failure becomes stale
As one grows old
No more swinging
No more laughing
No more outstretched, open hands
Pieces of sky
Are unattainable
So once again
We fall back
Into the unwelcome hollow
Of *ignorance