On Childhood – a poem by Cole Hartin

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)
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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