fingers crossed

So much hangs on them.
Hopes and dreams
rings and French tips.
Some fingers wear gems
Others wear gold
And others settle for varnish.
Some fingers move fast.
Others are lethargic
And others ponder and tap
at windowsills, searching for answers.
Fingers write
Fingers caress.
Fingers braid hair.
They do it all.
But, they don’t tell much.
Their biggest secret of all: Continue reading