The Hamlet Project

Not just the earth, no
We owe our loyalties to the men who put the lines around it
We bind ourselves to them
Like they are driftwood floating in the rapids
And if we tie ourselves to their buoyancy
We will glide through the rocky patches
Without being submerged
And if we bump along the shore
Or tear our clothes on sharp stones
Or bruise our bodies on the rocks
We won’t complain
Or release our bonds
No matter what waterfall we tumble over.