That you placed me at all
is the most extraordinary of things.
For I reside in the neutral
midway between extremes.
I will never feel the splash of eureka
or taste the liquor of pure genius
yet I choose not to wallow
in the doldrums of ignorance’s favour,
still I skirt the rim of desolation
when I feel the hand of normal on my skin
or a very ordinary face staring
back from a perfect reflection.
I see you glide like a butterfly
of heavenly lit hues,
climbing ever higher towards
a divine sense of satisfaction.
I cheer, shout and scream
my support for what I can see,
that which you cannot
and slowly from the chrysalis
a realisation emerges-
you saw my colours
before I learnt to see.