“I don’t have the words.
You would have to feel,
taste, hear it to know.
We sit now under its gaze: steady,
constant. Full of power. It beats
light on your skin, damaging UV rays.
Stay out too long it will burn us, stinging
skin. A blistering burn from above.
Swelling to raise the skin. Just
enough though won’t hurt. Tingles like
sand in your sleeping foot. Feels good.
Tastes of danger, threat, toxic, cancer.
The salt of the milky way, too much you
die. But it can taste like strawberries,
tart and sweet. Corn too, crisp and juicy.
Tastes like Vitamin D, you know.
Spoilt sugar filling your veins,
It is here to nourish you.
Like Sunday mornings it sizzles,
the sound of bacon frying.
Popcorn, too. It sounds like food.
Snap, crackle, pop! Open your ears
it sounds hot. Like temperature.
Are you getting this picture?
All I know it transmits warmth. Now
your skin is warming. Don’t move
let it take you in. Soak in rays above.
I wish you could see… you’re glowing.
No clouds, cotton balls that fly – only sun –
open your mouth let the heat hit
your tongue. Strain your ears,
hear the life it dishes out.
It remains hovering
incandescently, for you. Can you
taste it, hear it, feel it?”