Kieran Egan lives in Vancouver, Canada. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Quills, Literary Review of Canada, Dalhousie Review, High Window, Orbis, Raintown Review, Antigonish Review, and Envoi. Some time ago he built a Japanese teahouse and garden as a place in which he would write poetry and, in 2000, published Building My Zen Garden (Houghton-Mifflin, Boston).
"Oh god," he woke. Thursday, again.
Wasn't it Thursday a couple of days ago?
The routines click by like a train heading
towards some threatening border.
Then he lay there for an hour or so.
The weather doesn't look like Thursday.
In fact there doesn't seem to be any weather at all:
the garden still, high unbroken clouds, no rain or sun.
A late season, April, but not even lilacs to complain about.
Maybe it will end like this: no bang, no whimper,
just an eternal succession of such Thursdays.