A Poem a Day into the Millennium 14 November
1999
A
NOVEL PLACE
the world
is complete
when I arrive
nothing is needed
but to sing of
it
warp and weft
on the loom
the fuller art
the dying art (indigo
blue and the cochineal red)
that can be pulled
or replaced
the cloth growing
under and through
the looming
families that are
separated
by the daily strife
joined again
in founding the
university
an endowed chair
for the study
of black smokers
and fumeroles
the secret of the
cloth
being the volcanic
heat
that drove the
looms
bottled by partisanship
freed by the telling
sharing
renews the vent
and all prosper
in the old hills
their bones hidden
and graced by verdant
growth
surrounding the
families
some face the morning
sun
others warmed by
the evening glow
but all within
the circle of the hills all part of this world
to be sung
- Ken Peters
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