Last night I reached down to a creek
My hand swirled the water.
Something squirmed.
I let it go; it was a fish.
This happened again with a beetle
I realized everything I touched came alive
Dirt, twigs and leaves all came to life at my touch.
I was the opposite of Midas.
A friend walked up behind me.
What if my touch did the opposite to living things?
So I was afraid to turn around lest I hurt her
What a curious dream.