The Hamlet Project

The very day my father recited this speech to me
I met a friend who I have since grappled unto my soul
With an Olympic collection of steel hoops.
As I write these words, she is walking down the street to meet me –
A whole heap of years after our first meeting and hooping,
And all the subsequent grapplings, bringing steel and soul
Together over time.
I have a small collection of these hooped friends,
Those whose adoption has been tried
And found strong and fierce and full of steady unwavering love.
I have a steel boned hoop skirt of them
Stacked one upon the other
Not necessarily touching one another
But suspended in space
Connected by soul fabric
Hanging and swaying with my movement.
There when I dance
When I run
When I search and explore
Soul grappled
I am like a mobile of love –
A Calder of devotion.