Communication evolution

I train my fingers
Tipping and spreading words
Each day.
Strong and powerful,
My fingers reflect my activities
Or my priorities.
Communication passes through the fingers,
words acquire value,
A few can still listen.

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Foody storm

Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.