The Hamlet Project

Hand to mouth
Head to heart
Father to throne
The hand feeds the mouth,
With the most basic movement
One of the first we ever learn –
How to turn our head toward the hand
That holds our food
How to lift our fingers
Upward in the most efficient arc
Bite
After
Bite
After
Bite.
But does the head serve the heart in the same way?
Does the head deliver sustenance
To our longing hearts?
Does it give us relief?
Does it find ways to make us feel the love we want?
Does it bring us ideas that satisfy our questions?
Does it touch us with thought?
Sometimes
Sometimes
I suppose I long for a mind that would feed my heart
So reliably
That would sense my hunger and provide just the thought to satiate it
But my mind seems to prefer to make problems
And solve them. It likes to say “Yes, but. . .”
And deny my feelings.
Sometimes it plugs its ears and sings
“I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you. Can’t you see I’m trying to get things done!”
But my hand, yes, my hand
Will reliably
Get that piece of bread to my mouth and it is,
Of course, my mind that makes that happen too.