Black Boys in the Sun

I saw some Black boys playing sun the sun while their mother sat and watched. The little one ran away in play and the mother yelled, "you better run" as the older boy took off after.
What a thing to be chased by love.
Not bullets or the fear of death
or the consequences of your melanin.
Just love
Black boys under the sun
uninhibited, weightless, for now.
Or maybe always weighed down
but still living through it
loving out loud
squeals of joy
enveloped by strong arms
coming home.