The Hamlet Project

Haven’t you left yet?
Haven’t you pulled your feet up out of the mud
Shaken them free of the sucking ground
And moved?
From the outside
It’s all so clear
That movement is all that is required.
But inside
It is more than the mud that keeps him standing there. There are pulls from everywhere.
From gravity
From desire
From history
From heaven
From the liver
From the wrist
Pulled in every direction
You cannot move to them all.