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
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