A Loom that is Memory

a poem by
ARTHUR MITCHELL | Conservationist + Writer 


 

 
The force of memory and the effects of such constancy colors, shapes, and commands every aspect of our lives, and is linked to our imagination and dreams.

THE edge of time
Like a loom’s silken threads,
Weaves my memories
Ruffled by winds, tossed like waves,
Idle fragments coalesce into those lost
images, captured by my dreams,
And stir my heart’s discontent to
Lay a structure from that delicate thing.

 
 
Photograph by Igor Ovsyannykov