The Creek

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.  

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