I Dreamed I Warped a Giant Loom

 and was so disappointed to wake up and find it wasn't true
that before I even had a cup of tea (Earl Grey of course),
​ I started pulling enormous and dusty pieces of pipe from under the bed.

Then I pushed them back.

There are mobiles to balance
and existing tapestries to mount.

"Fill In The Blank"; mobile; wool, wire, fishing swivels (and various other works in progress on the wall)

I have neither the time nor the space nor the mental energy just now,
​for unknown projects of massive dimension.

But perhaps a bit of pre-emptive knee reinforcement,
would take the edge off my desire.

As I stitched,  however, I thought about things I might weave.

No perfect ideas showed up. 
But still,
​I am left with  jeans that are stronger than they were

and the smouldering feeling
that  if I did happen to mess around with the odd piece of  pipe
and wind a bit of white warp
--​nice and tight--
fabulous things might happen.