Braille

I am watching your fingers

Stalk across the pages,

Lips curled in appreciation and delight

That so many take for granted–

Eyes that crave flickering images

Abandoning their hard and soft covered children

Orphaning dreams and reality

To be consumed in a world least like their own.

But you–

You are unadulterated

Seemingly cursed but blessed

The least provincial of your kind

Craving for your fingers

To make love to the code that set you free