I was recently at the Helmut Newton Exhibit at The Grand Palais where I saw this photograph which reminded me of a poem from a while back.

Fat fingers open the door
To look inside
Peering through to the people’s
belongings on the wall
that’s where they hang things
after all

Fat fingers sift through the
Many items on the floor
Books and movies tell a story
About the audience
Not just to it

Finger through their lives
It’s easy enough to figure out

Even clumsy fat fingers
will have some idea