I remember
housebound afternoons
when sunshine cascaded
from window to carpet
and fashioned a stage.

My sister and I
would row some days
through pristine waters
or leap across canyons
teeming with lava.

We were children of the light,
and the sun was our muse;
we basked in its warmth
and the ability to see it still
until shadows grew long
and our eyes grew tired
and the curtains drew our fun
to a close.