Another loom by Sonja Benskin Mesher.
we have spoken before.
the looms stand idle, some in store
some with recognition.
machines work less in cold,
sheds and lack of encouragement.
we worked the day with thread
and needle, only turning forward,
cutting cotton backward.
with squares we talked, of
light shed on weave,
broke the heart to bone.
days have gone, the names,
the weaves, the places.
he remains, he still has the music.
We have gained much from hi-tech. We have lost so much as well. Thanks Sonja Benskin Mesher.