Free your fingers,
On roads, they feel harshness,
On bridges, they caress droplets,
On faces they wipe away fears.

Free them,
For so long they’ve been bound,
Covered, shut, in dungeons of absence.
Free them if you can, just don’t linger.

Let them flow,
Let them move in and out of existence,
Let them touch souls,
In crevices to gather perfection.

Touch everything,
Feel reality as it unfolds,
Abruptly, seamlessly,
Let those fingers grow,
Engulfing, reaching,
Feeling the roots of potential.