Monday

FATE slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled—he did not fall—
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.

~Emily Dickinson

Happy Monday! If ever there was a poetic battle cry for a Monday morning, this is it. May you not drop, not fall, and neutralize all Fate’s fiercest stakes. Let’s do this!