Dancing with it.
By Steven Smith
It is here, but we are too busy running our lives filled with stress, ambition and often greed to notice. It has been here for a while, watching and observing, but now it is ready. Its hand icily reaches out and so gently, as you sip your coffee, the virus finger strokes your face, you cannot feel it. Gingerly pausing for a second, it watches as you kiss your friend, your mother or your lover goodbye. The virus smiles as you shake a colleagues hand It feels ignited as its body starts to grow, filled with energy. You now carry. the virus talons and work exclusively for it .
The virus is moving now and dancing with us all; promiscuous and hungry. From partner to partner, it moves silently.
It’s not like you; it dances all night and day. You'll never keep up as its partners fall, one by one, struggling for air. It’s not your friend. It does not care who you are. It laughs as you reach out for help.
Family and friends mean nothing to it, It only fills its venomous body with more fuel as it dances on, watching you hold your loved ones, calling out. It is stronger now. Come, take its hand.
Suddenly, we can all stop the dance of life for a moment and run for cover. "It’s here. "It’s been found out.” But it just cries with laughter.
The experts and heroes come to help. Some fall at the first hurdle and others fight at the front line and many will give up their lives. It has no heart. A hero, warrior or foolish egotist; its cold hand has no discrimination. It wants us all.
But it knows it’s been seen. Its dance partners and apprentices must come from the selfish - those that cover their ears - or key workers, defending us. Its waiting and watching.
It can count on the ones stockpiling and dancing to a different tune to invite it back to their homes, and as they sleep at night and let out a gentle cough, it has done its job. Thank-you. It stops on the way out, looks around and sniggers. So many things, but in the end, only one thing counts - health.
Too much of everything. Earth is just like you and me, and we are its virus’ sooner or later the planet reaches breaking point. It will defend itself and spew many of us out with all its strength.
But by loving our planet and ourselves, just maybe we can dance on and on in harmony. It is not too late to listen to what is said and inhale, or this could be our last breath; Earth is struggling to breathe.
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