Waiting for the one who never comes
or might come forever. The ground shattered
beneath our feet, the sky splintered above us.
Mitigating their barbarism or choosing our love?
That is the weight of this wait .
All the roads are empty, and do not only lead to
Grief and fear sweep through China,
Iran, Italy, Spain, France, the United States,
Gaza, Canada, the countries and cities are endless.
That is the weight of this wait.
They want to make us feel we have a world
and yet are uprooted. Anomie! say the old ghosts,
and I listen.
Waiting for the one who never comes or comes forever.