i)fingers splayed wide catching light then
half-sized peach little hands
i look at them and they can hold the world
in wonderment of these moving tools
a feather as long as my forearm is magical
most sacred artifact of spirit energy
and look! i found it, look how there is one
fleck of blue i saw in the grey
like a dove, like a monster, like an angel
that i found, and treasure, will keep

ii)NO you must not touch that you mustn't EVER
bad disease angry said words my own good never again sickness not no
in my head snowstorm like got-lost TV channels

But

DOWN a rough hand
a knocked out treasure
a burning after-image in my palm
like it was a coal
stealing a ceremonious glance back
to grieve the loss of magic
and for a moment

i am very very older than even grandma or world.