Weft of weave that we perceive is woven
too with warp’s deceits; threads of factions
that impedes true woven seams, hand-woven
needs break fragile fibers, weaving frictions

frazzled fabrics; snarls and knots mar chosen
strengths creating spots and splotchy blots and
weave must strive to string and darn, to loosen
rick-rack of confusion with weeping hand.

Weaving weft gets ever harder, finer
lengths of silken grace collapse the fated
span of woven cloth that is each Man; per
patterns that perpetuate. But, weighted

weave of fragile needs can overpower
warp. Indeed! The cloth is now the weaver.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/6/04