McLarty's Weavers

Three weavers
behind an uncertain loom,
motherly metaphysicians,
pulling concepts out of chaos,
weaving precepts for the world.
They are ever at their work,
heads inclined toward the task,
emotionless they stand,
making sweaters one can wear
through a coup d'etat of ice,
and afghans for an evening
in the garden with a god,
beneath stars and cosmic clouds
with a black backdrop of drapery
in a circle all around.


(Views, Mid-South Watercolorists, January 1985; Poems by Poets Roundtable of Arkansas, 1986)