Worlds edge         She sits

weaving at her great loom

making the days       adjusting

loom weights

with tender care

pushing down

errant threads

tempering, smoothing


As weft goes around warp

children play

orbitally running

sibling planetesimals

Goddess, mother


in gravity well

tending to all things.

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was published in Issue 8 of Marble Poetry

https://www.marblepoetry.com/product/issue-8/ :

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