(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?)
WHY I LOVE MONDAYS
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.
