21 July 2012

Truth In The Fingers


It is a long way back to the touch-type
days when fingers found the right keys
without sentence, time before arthritis
formatted anarchy, before angulations
shaped warped appendages imprecise
in their fenestrations, shading the fine
words vague aspiration dimmed weird
and lost between keyboard and screen

Where they melded was heaven, none
wandered thesauri-searching for souls
similar – self-recriminated over lost-at
-sea identity, sought compensation for
words which failed; it was truth in the
fingers – if they wanted to see
© 7 May 2012, I. D. Carswell