We’re waiting for the dreadful reign of Saturn
waiting to cut the losses
anxious for the resurrection gift
Waiting for the descent of Uranus
the plummet of Pluto

They who wait do not cry out in the wilderness
they sit on the porch
they leave postcards without stamps in the mailboxes
they have no address nor phone number
This is sunlight they collect in their palms
these are pomegranate seeds they have between their teeth
and it is first-bloom lilacs
which they have slipped behind their right ear

We are waiting
with no calendar or stop-watch
Waiting for the alligators to begin their prowl
Waiting for time to release its memory
to the merciless ether
Waiting for our hearts to burst into flame
Waiting for a woman or a man to walk up & awaken us
waiting on a wise breath
to inspire our voices

They will wait until the dragons are reborn
until the coffee cup has overflowed
until he who weeps, weeps no more
until the churches are closed
& mass is held in the middle of the street
When night has taken residence with the nomads
in their eternal caravan
those who wait will be revived

We are waiting to be granted Saturn's strength
We are waiting for the New Jerusalem

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