Question begets answer. But in the midst of a pandemic, it may be an exception. Not an exception to the rule but exception to reality. Removed from reality, I am an aberration. I depart from the usual, normal, typical, and on to obscurity, absurdity, and I dwell headlong as a menace to society. I am not an explorer but I have circumnavigated the world freely, swiftly. I am not a conquistador but I conquered many — in millions across continents and seas. I am not a muay Thai boxer but I forced many to hopeless submission. Home invasion is my craft. Creating havoc to families is my specialty. For I am that which lurks beneath fears of health and safety.
Every day I chart results, of those infected, of those hospitalized, of those who passed away. I defy explaining because I am devoid of substance, clarity, and purpose. In my being there is nothing worth telling. I have many colors but none of it depicts youth, life, and happiness. I exist but am despised by all in strongest terms. I am invisible but I manifest largely in many ways, that no one wants to be a part of. I am in symptoms that foretell sickness. I am in coughs and sneezes that drive away people. I am not ill but I am in hospitals. I may be in a beautiful being but there’s nothing beautiful about me. None. For my existence is a scourge of life.
Everyone wants me dead and buried, not in a celebrated memorial but in memory. And most especially not when I am inside a person. Let me rather dwell alone on objects, on surfaces, on doorknobs, on pushbuttons…on anything that people touch. Hindered by face mask and shielded away, I better be. With a splash of alcohol I better not thrive. With a drop of hand sanitizer, I should cease to exist. I better be gone, wiped out, eradicated with no goodbyes and farewells. No legacy to leave behind. No trails of hope that someday I might be back in worse form than I have ever been.
Who am I? This is me. Unseen but my presence is larger than life. I am beyond measure though expressed in minuscule. Frame me, hang me on the wall, admire me for in this instance I am just a replica, a product of one’s creative imagination, given life in canvass so I can represent the odious realism. Let this picture be your constant reminder. That safety and health are one life’s fender.
I only had time to view and listen to the pre-recorded talks of our revered…