Sun

Warm
Bright
Hot
Light
Different throughout the day.
Orange
That’s a hot container.
I have to bend over the tools
and make it go where I want it to.
Come here sunny.
Like a hot shower or a hug.
Smells like an ocean breeze.
Smells like an orange.
Don’t leave tangerines out.
Sometimes it could be a grapefruit.
Sounds like water dripping over a dam at low tide.
Sounds like light.
Hot as hell.
Hot as the dickens.
Warm as a pussy cat.
The sun at dawn is bright as a new baby.
Even if it’s a girl?
Especially if it’s a girl.
Babies are babies.
Orange.
Sky bright.
I guess I have to wake up earlier.
It may be white.
Tastes like Orange Aide.
The sun at noon is bright as fire.
Lime in a coconut.
Feels like a smile.
Sounds like a kiss.
What about in the summer?
Midday like a burning fire.
Hot, uncomfortable.
Need your shade.
Need yours shades.
And your suntan lotion.
And your air conditioner.
Summer is coming soon.
The sun at dusk it gets redder and redder.
Its going out.
The sun is setting.
Who tastes the setting sun?
The midnight sun is black as tar.
The sun tastes like death.
Who looks out their window for the sun at midnight?
We could look for the moon.
We could chop it up into sections, like an eclipse
the shape of the sun on the moon.
Brilliant minds we ought to turn them on

by the Early Stage Dementia Group hosted by the Hudson Valley/ Rockland/ Westchester, NY Chapter of the Alzheimer's Association.

Submitted by Gary Glazner

Gary Glazner is the founder and Executive Director of the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project, (APP). The National Endowment for the Arts listed the APP as a “best practice” for their Arts and Aging initiative. NBC’s “Today” show, NPR’s “All Things Considered” and Voice of America have featured segments on Glazner’s work. Harper Collins, W.W. Norton and Salon.com have published his work. He is the author of How to Make a Living as a Poet, on Soft Skull Press. Learn more about the Alzheimer's Poetry Project at www.alzpoetry.com