The Hamlet Project

That’s how we see it, our daily, or nightly, task:
Watching the minutes
First one, then the next
Those who would join us
Must expect them to tick by
And summon up their utmost patience
Our friends do not come along, not usually
But we have entreated this royal friend
To sit by
And witness
And approve
And affirm
What we have seen.
He has a gift of words, too.
He will absolve us somehow
And be the bridge between this world and the next.
We watch the minutes
We do not speak to them.