Sept /19 Such a chewy word. Stanchion. Stanchioned. Stanchionesque. From the Latin, sto, stare, stedi, statum – stand. And from Phoebe Wang’s poem Invasive Carp. The images that came to mind have lots of linear elements and could be a haptic poem – tactile not textual.
Oct/19 Then again, stanchions like snow fences are porous barriers. Wind or waves won’t knock them flat , though they might knock me flat as I try to stand my ground. Stedi. Status quo.
snow / knows / no / status quo
There is the post as steadying influence, landmark of love; there is the post as anchor, hobble, weight. The old maple outside my window is a stanchion but its leaves are loosely attached. The tree feeds the leaves’ freedom to go, to return anew. Stanchions have been stripped of life. The difference between a living relationship and a dead one. A living tree teaches you to love the sky.
Dec/19. Hey Mr Tambourine Man…but for the sky there are no fences facing. But for the fences we stick in our minds we are free.