For Troy (Childlike, a Poem)

For Troy (Childlike)

This is the hope of glory:
rebirth with access to doe eyes,
to boyish naivety or girlish glow.
There is a growing young.

This is the hope of glory:
to know the world of monstrous men
who rule by violence, sex, and tricks,
and to remember fear of this dark.

This is the hope of glory:
clomping in creation’s garden,
wobbly-kneed in father’s boots,
laughter spilling into Spring’s buttercups.

This is the hope of glory:
feeling the decadent evening love
rising warm in pinking cheeks,
covering eyes to things not for children.

This is the hope of glory:
the wonder of traveling mercies,
snowy peaks and Carolina tide,
and ever asking “are we there yet?”


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  • This is beautiful, Seth! You captured so much in so few words.

    • sethhaines

      Thanks, Sarah! And it’s really good to see you in these parts.