Eyes, located on tentacles,
see light and dark, shadow.
No colour flowers their world,
no focus to see the details.
And yet the lower tentacles...
Touch will navigate their quest.
Crevices to cross, mountains
to ascend, moist leaves delight.
Intimacy is filigreed in silver.
Am I to resent their success?
Phil Wood was born in Wales. His lifestyle interests include learning German, watercolour painting, and chess.