We don’t have dancing plagues
anymore, healed by prayer
to Saint Vitus, or stopped
by death, but we miss the mass release
psychosis can become
when it’s copied by a crowd.

I yearn for a season of fainting spells
or contagious laughter;
a sidelong infection
of temporary sanity
lifting blinders from eyelids
long enough to shock
to sink unconscious;
or roll on the ground,
giggling, breathless

refusing to be taught.  Maybe
it’s the emperor naked
they see, making them laugh
so hard and without explanation

but no one’s telling.

***My research yesterday into dancing plagues led to discovering a laughter epidemic in Tanzania, and a fainting one on the West Bank.  Had to roll with these.  Hope I am done with my “conversational” pieces for a while.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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15 Responses to epidemic

  1. Love the rhythm in this one Susan ~ very fitting given the topic 🙂

  2. and what’s so wrong with your ‘conversational’ pieces I do ask? I say nothing at all 🙂

  3. Alice Keys says:

    I love anything with a narrative in it. Stories are important. Now I have to go look at the laughing epidemic in Tanzania.

  4. This is just masterful, I adore it. I would write this on my wall.

  5. nelle says:

    It would be nice. I find pockets of happiness; it would be nice to find a time where it was rule and not exception.

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