With The Tip Of My Fingers Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

You

got me thinking

just looking at different views

of the same picture

or is it different pictures

but with the same view

same person

or thing

not knowing if the mind is set

with fingers

to trace

contours of faces

or places

or feel the caricature

of a picture

immersed in the heart

as a start

then again

the playful sea

splashed a spray

of water

on my face

as if it wanted to play

with me

as I looked at the pictures

through the eye

of my mind

colours so engaged

to entice vision

and I begin to feel

excited to read comments

as I move

every footage

by just rolling a tiny ball

with the tip of my finger

one more time

before I exit the window

on my laptop

and touch the screen

of the sea

and climb off the boat

to let it dance

on its own.