Monday  Poem


Monday, dreary and unforgiving,

Holding promise, holding regret,

Inevitable, fast, lacking in bright color—

All words and phrases, tags and snippets

Coming forth, candidates aiming to capture

The essence of this mid-January day.


My Monday has its time marked by waits and pauses,

An errand here, an appointment there,

By tending and mending my ties,

By planning and revising and revising again.


On this Monday (moon day)

The sun will stay hidden.

North wind will chill all.

Night will fall upon a world weary, cold, and wet.


Now I must get out of this region of my mood, and

Find some bright cloth to dress this day.


--January 14, 2013