When I Go Out And Play Under The Sun Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i go out and play under the sun
like a child i run and not minding if i fall

i always know how to stand back
and hold myself within a frame of bones

sometimes without restraint i force
myself upon the fingers of light and warmth

and then when it is over when darkness begins
to claim its rightful share i too know how to surrender

i go back from where i come from and take shelter
on a roof and close my door and windows

i am back in my little nook taking some sleep
always remembering the good old days of sun

the summer in my mind the darkness and coldness
within i keep them all and they all become a part

of me. For i am both darkness and light, both
child and man, both evil and good, both sun and moon.