CHOOSING MY REVOLUTION
See that bird revolving high
in a perfect blue sky?
That bird dangles from a string
pulled by what
would be God.
I do know not what--
I only know what I feel:
the pull. But sometimes:
the push. Birds are pulled.
But sometimes we people
must be pushed.
I am on a string--
by whatever god,
I am pulled.
I have chosen
this dangling revolution--
after having
been pushed
to make a choice--
I have chosen
my way.
© 2009 Michael R. Patton go back
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