I suppose I could sit here
and emulate Hamlet, question
existence, lose myself in a book
and when asked what I was reading
reply words, words, words until
my questioner doubted my sanity.
But my father is gone, the biological
one and both adopted ones
for bad measure, and so are
both mothers, so the key relationship
in that play has no underpinning in mine.
And anyway, I’ve never been
to Denmark so I have no point
of reference but I do have
Scottish blood and hereditary castles
so there is that play
whose title I dare not mention.