The Hamlet Project

Invoking the powers of the skies
Calling on the authority of sun
Of moon
Of stars
Of blue
Of black
Of the patterns that curve, sparkling in circles
Of clouds
Of color that goes on and on and up
And across
Of cycle
And eternity
And whatever rests within it
If the will of what is above
Can not call down the rain
Or your voice from your body,
Who knows what will?