Looming
Not nearly enough is said of loomingthat quiet, dignified pastime
of watching the future creep toward you
I do love a proper loom
the old‑fashioned kind
where tomorrow sidles up
with its hands in its pockets
whistling innocently
as if it isn’t about to ruin your plans
Yesterday never loomed
Yesterday simply was
a finished product
a loaf already baked
burnt or brilliant
but never looming
Looming is a forward‑facing sport
No one has ever said
“Ah yes, the past loomed beautifully”
It didn’t
It just sat there
smug and immovable
So do yourself a favour
the next time you sense a loom approaching
that delicious shiver of impending something
don’t flinch
Lean in
Let it loom
Enjoy the gentle menace of it
After all
a good loom is a rare and underrated pleasure.
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2026-03-26 at 12:05
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