askew

This fence post catches my eye every time. And somehow no matter if I’m online head-down-lost in my device or far-off
in abstract thoughts that corner on this street corner beckons my full and sudden and worried concentration.

As illustration, maybe its because of the way it leans into my view with its overly familiar assumptions and its mysterious intentions that loom on the shoulder of the sidewalk.

Or how its curiosity is pulling at the remaining attention 
of its conjoined weathered twin panels all three competing to see the world from different angles. 

Or that I just could not walk this way everyday over the last two years as social distance slowly gave way to a social experiment in social distortion and not wonder this fence asunder.

Of course then I dare to think randomly about the possibility that someone else may see this fence post as more than a division between me and that green grass on the other side.

And honestly it’s not the repetition of the walk that has grooved that view and these thoughts into the very sinew of my brain but rather the lack of words that remains to describe anew how that wonky sentinel is reconnecting with its felled past.

Its lame to say but really what I want are new words to  conjure meaning for the plain spaces I loop through. And I want others to notice my gradual leanings and wonder if I asked for permission and at the same time I want their admission that they actually crave to do the same thing too.

I want to matter even in passing to dog walkers such that I bother their brains to worry I may fall on their pooch one day. So much so that they kiss kiss kiss and whistle to whisk away their four legged companion to the nearest sturdy tree.

I want to dare to serve my purpose yet still stand askew in my power. More so, I humbly request that I want this moment to be more than minutes more than an hour more than a reminder that time, elements, perspective, and the earth's grumblings can upheave a perfectly placed fence.