I love Mondays.
Don’t roll your eyes, someone has to.

On Monday, I start out
Rested from the Sabbath
Ready to take on the world.
And the week hasn’t yet had
A chance to sneak up
And sucker punch me.

Mondays are fresh and bright and clean,
Like a notebook
On the very first day of school,
Before you have to fill it up
With class schedules
And chemistry notes
And half-written love letters
To that cute boy you have a crush on.

Mondays are a promise of things to come,
Will the week hold more laughter than tears,
More smiles than grimaces?
Will you learn some amazing new thing
From someone you never expected
To speak with?

Will you see something you’ve never seen before,
Or will something familiar
Present itself in a miraculous new way?

I think Mondays have a really lousy agent,
They need better advertising -
Glossy spreads in trendy journals,
Or neon bedecked billboards
Along the interstate.