Why I Love Mondays

(This poem intentionally uses lines from William Stafford’s poem, “The Way It Is,” which was partially inspired by William Blake’s poem, “Milton,” from the section called “Jerusalem.” Got that?) 



You don’t ever let go of the thread.

You hold on to it all the long, wicked weekend

knowing that come Monday

around 8:30 in the morning

you will be home and they will be gone


All week you wind that golden string

hour by hour and day by day you wind it into a ball

as you write and do what leads you in at heaven’s gate.


Each Friday as the sun goes down you hold

that ball. While you hold it you can’t get lost.

Slowly you unwind it as time unfolds

and things change. You let it become a thread

winding its way through Saturday and into the Lord’s

day. People wonder about what you are pursuing.


You are chasing Monday.

You don’t ever let go of the thread.


  1. I love this picture, Megan. Usually I need to tie that string to my finger so I don’t lose it when my weekend comes and I throw it with reckless abandon like a party streamer…. = )

  2. Oh Megan – I do love this! It is such a perfect picture.
    I have finally connected with you again. Somehow I didn’t get notices when you posted.
    Ahh….all is well now.

  3. Ahhh,the memories you paint I do remember hanging onto that thread. Today I try to give thanks even though all my days, now, are Saturdays. The occasional walk into the Lord’s day is good. Actually, having only Saturdays is not all bad…just another change of seasons.
    As always, the way you weave words warms my old heart.

  4. a golden thread of words