The Hamlet Project

You can tell me. I will be secret. If it is tender, like a newborn bird, I will be gentle, keep it warm, feed it if it’s hungry. If it is unwieldy, like a tower of boxes on a tiny handcart, I will run from side to side, propping it up if it looks as if it were about to fall. If it is incomprehensible, I will not force it into a comprehending box, I will look at what I can see, understand what I can understand and allow the rest to pass by like a breeze. If it is dangerous, I will sit with it until the very moment it’s set to explode, watching the clock tick down until it is time to run. If it is unforgivable, I will forgive you anyway,