Pods

Despite platitudes
...........I
am an island.
The colours of your eyes, so vivid
and whirling
Will always be an imaginary
psychedelic-disco-ball-rainbow
to me.
When you dance to the tune
that plays in your head
I smile and listen
but hear only the
crashing ocean:
My feet won't move to its music.
And as you uncover
the world's secrets in the
half-remembered wonders of the
stars
I watch earthworms and grow
dizzy
from all that's hidden to me