by Mark Nielsen, Jan. 2012
The Spirit Is Not a Dove, But a Hawk
I did not choose This.
No, This chose me.
I opened a window and It flew in.
More like swooped in, if you ask me —
overwhelmed me, left me little choice,
for I had been hunted from the time of my birth.
But I did make some choices along the way:
to open that window and leave it open,
to surrender to the Redtail Hawk,
and to leave with It
through that same strange window of opportunity,
instead of through the door I had built myself
in my million-dollar house of cards.
- Uninstalling – original poem by Mark Nielsen (markingtime4now.wordpress.com)