Member Poem

From the fountain of knowledge
the child drinks
fearlessly,
knowing already everything she needs to know
in this moment,
invinceable
as the first sunset she’ll remember
drops below the horizon,
with her hands outstretched to the fire.
Then, eating a gooey marshmallow,
she spots another white treat—
chubby fingers grab a hot coal and
she learns,
for the first time,
to fear the flame.