A Good Host
When the winds of change come knocking on your door (as they do to every door, sooner or later), don’t turn off the lights or hide behind the curtains. Try to be a good host.
Open the door, force a smile, and invite them inside for a cup of coffee. Don’t say much. Just listen. Those winds have been around the block many times, and have fascinating stories to tell.
And when the coffee is finished and those same winds drag you away, blindfolded, into the unmarked van parked outside, don’t scream for help or try to run away. Just go.
They will take you exactly where you need to be, whether you like it or not.
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Simply “!!!”
As much as I didn’t want to like this poem, expecting it to lead me to sentimentality or cliche, it grabbed me in the end and threw me in the van.