waiting waiting waiting
to be more than second thoughts and maybes
waiting cursing pacing
one day, we will shake the stars awake,
brilliant and bleeding into space,
tuck ourselves below between the moss and the decay
body on body on Earth
goldenrod hands, valerian eyes, rooted heart of burdock,
ginger, honey, lemon, lush rainwater tonic
we’ll sweat out the sick,
wade through the wildflowers that grew while we were feverish, turned away
until then, swoon across the ocean,
whisper through the phone,
the moon rises and sets, and we’re still here.
waiting repeating waiting
PLUTO BLOOMING 