[Poem] Loom

Build a frame for tapestries,
Rouse we, these hands of stories,
These eyes for the hidden gazing!

A loom in silence? Nothing comes.
A loom alive, might bring a bolt,
A suit, a sin, a magic carpet for some.

Arachne, Ariadne, Aladdin, Inktomi, Anansi.
Each laughs, bound in their own way.
Some to vanity, to wit, to beauty,
Like fierce Circe among her swine
And incantations,

Challenging our shouldered world to be
Not practical banality but labyrinthine,
Amazing!

From BARROW, 2009

On February 21, 1842, John Greenough gained the first U.S. patent for a sewing machine