This morning, I reached for the JBL speaker on my desk.

I didn’t look for the volume button,

I felt for it.

My finger brushed the decrease button first,

then moved slowly toward the one beside it.

At that moment, I thought of the blind,

and the language of braille.

What must it feel like

to hold that kind of responsibility in a fingertip?

To sense the world through a single gesture of knowing.

There are many ways to know the world,

I’ll never learn them all.

But how lovely to be gifted a glimpse, 

the knowing of another.

Whether the seeing kind,  

the vocal kind, 

or the knowing of the fingertips.

Whenever I reach for something on my desk,

I hope to remember to close my eyes, 

and let my fingers guide me.

I’d like to hold a little power 

in my fingertips.