Until the Light comes
and all my deeds are exposed,
you will be my only witness.
No angels came
to our Gethsemane; we stayed awake
and mourned what no one else could mourn for us.
Until Jerusalem descends,
let us watch, as we have,
from Sinai’s freezing summit.
Lay your cold bones
next to mine.
We’ll thaw in another eternity.
Until the earth is burned away,
let us stare, let us go blind at the sight
of the fiery fields. We are
apocalyptic wastelands, alone,
let us wander
one another’s ruins, let us chronicle
all the tears, all that has been unmade
until we are made new.