Fingers

Fingers 2/27/10

Elegant fingers
Working at the black keys
Pressing and running and jumping
Spelling out the words
Making their owner proud

Slower fingers
Tiring with repetition
Growing and bending and stretching
Scurrying to keep up
Persevering through the pages

Paused fingers
As a thought averted their determination
A glowing past now returning
An answer without an answer
A lover without a lover

Shivering fingers
Proud and scared
Trembling and grasping
But with what strength?
Again they fail

Blue fingers
Slaves to the beckoning master
Unable to fight back
Their dismal color is spreading
Blue hands, blue wrists
Stiff