It moves across the foot trafficked carpet.
Rolling on top of the dirt trapped between fibers.
It draws them out from their hiding places
as they scream silently from this intrusion.
The hurricane forces sucking the very life
out of the microbial germs that sought to merely live.
After a time it ceases to roar
The contents it had acquired removed
before it is placed back in its resting spot
ready and waiting for the next hunt for dirt and cleanliness.
When I say I am strange,
They nod their heads wisely.
When I say I am not normal,
They concur in an agreeable pomposity.
When I say I am ill,
They laugh and tell me it’s all in my head.
Yes.
Yes. It is!
It is all in my head
and they won’t listen to me!
Which is why I get no help for the illness
that hurts me the most.
The delight when they taste it.
The smells it wafts through the house.
The love behind the cooking.
The wonder and pleasure as they finish
Every
Last
Morsel.
Whether you cooked for them
Or they for you
Food is a language that shares the love we have for each other.
You can share it in the Sahara.
Or on an Englishman’s patio.
A waft of steeped leaves
Makes a nose twitch in anticipation.
A gentle douse of sugar
For those with a sweeter tooth.
A dollop of milk for others
Who grew up with different traditions.
Any which way
It allows a conversation to brew
And nothing is purer than that.
The philosophical question of the ages.
Our current reality begs the answer.
Virtual Reality versus In Real Life.
When our experiences are null and void
because we can not record them for posterity!
To the society at large
We are not even a speck of dirt.
We are a blip in the matrix
and then we are gone.
You are cool.
The confidence is amazing.
You purple haired lady
you look fantastic.
Tattoo beard man
I like your style.
Little girl
you have pink hair
That is awesome.
My grey hair?
Natural.
But thank you for the compliment!
When the dreaded stomach knot arrives.
You cringe at the sound of the drill.
It’s all in your head.
This is so true.
Literally and metaphorically.
The drill is inside your mouth!
As you sit clenched in the chair!
The feeling afterwards is relief
and an uncomfortable clean in your mouth.
Better this than the cavities that were discovered!
Once in a Lifetime Offer.
Never before seen.
Unique.
Made only for you.
You can’t refuse.
This opportunity is a one shot.
Plus there is no going back.
It is
Death.
When he comes around
asking for your daughter.
You can’t say no
because it is her decision.
Yet, restrictions are applied.
The only way to control the situation.
Her heart
will be broken.
Someday she’ll understand
why you do not like him.
“Is that like Vibranium?”
Nobody understands.
The mineral is precious.
It powers the receptors
That give life sustaining energy.
Who is to say when it will be all gone.
Just like the coal from the Earth
We left so long ago.
“Vibranium doesn’t exist.
Now please let me do my job.”
I check the stat coms and find they are functioning normal.
Only then do I see the asteroid barreling down on my station.
Well at least the “Vibranium” idiot goes with me.
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