On Childhood To my sons, the broken beer bottle splayed across the trail has the same allure as luminous sea glass. They pick up the shards and marvel at their translucence as if each piece were some heavenly artifact. They easily overlook the jagged edges and the malicious intent of whoever polluted this green pathway to the sea. I wonder at their wonder, their (in)ability to appreciate what the ocean has (not) transfigured. Have they some wisdom that I have lost or is it only a matter of time before trash loses its lustre?
The Rev. Dr. Cole Hartin is an Anglican priest serving in Saint John, New Brunswick Canada. His poetry has been published in Montreal Writes and The Nashwaak Review.
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