Alone

Rust and texture samples with wasp hive  Patricia Chauncey  photo Christine Hatfull

Dreamed last night of Afghanistan. Cliffs and rocky landforms were defined by a soft, snow covering.
Under the snow were bubbled and dimpled bio-luminescent creatures. Soft and amorphous but oozing  slowly through the land. I needed to get to a community celebration but was not sure how to pass through the vulnerable environment.

I knew that no one I knew or cared for was anywhere near.

When I walked the ground cleared as I stepped. It didn't matter how thick the creatures and snow were. I looked behind me and the snow and creatures again engulfed where I had just been. The question was am I  passing through or am I being consumed. 

The further I walked the more it became clear that I was alone and there really wasn't anywhere to go.
I looked down and saw a single glowing creature left behind by the rest. I reached to touch it . The warmth of my hand caused it to divide.