So I know it’s Spring
having received the reminder to evaluate progress toward our Q2 goals
and from the clamor of students circled by the nets of recalcitrant final projects
commitments that I deep-tethered in the dark quiet months are also coming due
And these clarion exhortations swirled about my head
during a pause when I wandered out back
and clipped four twigs of forsythia
to whisper me a golden companionship on the salon table
with my Q2 goals
This poem was published in NOMADartx Review.
Andy Oram
April 8, 2021