Florida
Today, because the air appears to blaze,
I saw my brothers in the light of suns
So bright that decades cannot dim their days.
We played our games of brag and guns,
Of pirate treasures gold like suntanned boys,
Of daydreams live in afternoons so grave
They seemed to rise before the realm of noise
And fights came into being. We were brave
Like brazen statues of the centaurs, or
The gods, before some later Vandals thrust
Their way through intervening gate and door
To conquer, if they could, with siege of dust.
The past comes echoing, a crew-cut psalm,
Above a dam we built in groves of calm.
Has this to do with you meeting with your family recently? The past came back with a fullness and you remember both the calm and also the bragging and fighting.
Thanks for your comment. Yes, the meeting did bring back many memories of our past, but the sonnet was written several years ago.