He looked at the fabric he had made and was troubled.
Too much blue, not enough green, not wide enough
to cover the hole in the chair where he liked to sit.
So he went back to his room and back to loom where it all began.
And he looked at the choices he had made and cried,
not for his wants but for what he wanted to be
and began to weave again. – ph
tapestry by anna kocherovsky