Hung in my head

After a day spent eye to eye
Intense in scrutiny, silent
In watch and learn, watch and learn
I lie down weary for sleep
And sudden my head is pulsing
Ripples that spread and grow
Nearest, the grey the blue the green
Stalk and leaf stalk and leaf
A mirage hung in the air
Closest the tall ones
Huge seed heads, curving in domes
Grope grope for the colour
The pattern the rise and the fall
Ochre sienna umber, pointillist dots
Swirling stippled and stripes
And as for the yellow, what is the yellow
Not lemon, sunshine or yolk
Petal and petal
Sprung from the base, curling and folding
Blown in the wind
Vibrant, glowing, surreal
Tripping exotic, essence of zing
They pulse and expand, ripples
Far as the mind can see
The thousands the millions, glorious
Hung in my head, for me

24th July 2010 Hounoux