Interloom

The evening ebbs/And woven webs/Are put aside for now.

Well past the crest/It’s time to rest/And dim the here and now.

You’ve taken heed/Of thoughtworddeed/And now you take a meal

With sweet and salt/And single malt/Enjoyment of the weal.

The loom’s enthreaded with the day

And warp and weft endow its play.