The boyhood barefoot comes back

The boyhood barefoot comes back

In my adult world as flashback:

At day’s break rising is the sun,

I dream myself just in the front

Of hut as squatting naked boy

Who is enraptured by the dawn,

By native village, treasured hearth

Of dear place where I was born.

I make for steppes, lie on the grass

Imploring sky: Oh, please, apprise

Why me is me? Give me a grasp

Of what I am? of whose device?

Summer rain, and over puddles

I will be splashing running gay.

And when from frost all people huddle

I’ll swallow keep for summer day.

I am trying rainbow to reach

And world to keep in my embrace

To color-paint its lucid bleach

And wake up to a rainbow break.

Where art thou, golden time? You flew

Away like bird, like lightning rive

The boyhood barefoot such plain,

But riddle complex still alive.