Meanwhile

With a nod to cherished poetfriend Julia Fehrenbacher, who has a poem of the same title.

Meanwhile, forsythia plots
its yellow revolution
in sundry cells and cellars.

Meanwhile a ladybug
dawdles on the windowsill,
careless, clueless as a human.

Meanwhile water
chilled in the refrigerator
fills my tall white mug
from Charlotte in Alabama.

Meanwhile the analog clock
on the wall of my kitchen
grinds my foredawn coffee.

Meanwhile, qualmish
about my mom's questions,
I wear the badge
of bisexual visibility.

Meanwhile the stars
pulse forth their canticles
of light in the darkness. 

Meanwhile I am petty,
correcting grammar
on social media.

Meanwhile I spend
far too little energy
pursuing health of soul.

Meanwhile poems
sit unread, unwritten ---
dreams unlived.

Meanwhile I miss
the hint of blue light
in a springtime snowfall.

Meanwhile, I hear
the buds of future flowers
chant memento mori.

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