My new word of the day is ‘weft.’ Until I read your poem, incant say I had ever encountered the word ‘weft’ before. Now that I have, i have to say that ‘weft’ is the most appropriate word you could have used in the second stanza.

I’m probably going on and on about the word ‘weft’ because it adds to the click-clack of the loom I can almost hear as I read your poem. So in the first stanza, when you use the phrase ‘security blanket,’ it’s a bit disjointing. It does describe the concept of wanting to be comfort and soothing to someone who needs it. It just doesn’t do it in the language of the loom.

I loved the last stanza. Tying in the sunset and sunrise to our loom of life. To me, it invokes the line from Hamlet: “There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.” By the same degree, the sunset and sunrise show there’s a divine hand at the loom of the tapestry of our lives.

Very well done.