{"id":107106,"date":"2022-06-25T09:47:04","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:47:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107106"},"modified":"2022-06-25T09:47:04","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:47:04","slug":"float-tank","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/float-tank\/","title":{"rendered":"Float Tank"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Float Tank<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am floating in the dark,<\/p>\n<p>incapable of sinking.<\/p>\n<p>I almost think I like this.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Water has never really felt like a friend to me &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>bodies of water, that is.<\/p>\n<p>Water in a glass has been a mentor, a<\/p>\n<p>therapist, a best friend.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bodies of water \u2013 even the shower,<\/p>\n<p>the tub \u2013 have sometimes felt like a threat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I remember being in a boat \u2013<\/p>\n<p>all of us, with our most fun uncle \u2013<\/p>\n<p>on the St. Johns River,<\/p>\n<p>before good sense dictated life vests,<\/p>\n<p>and before any of us could swim.<\/p>\n<p>Dusk came on.<\/p>\n<p>My dad and his brother laughing at the alligator<\/p>\n<p>bumping the bottom of the boat<\/p>\n<p>while the outboard motor stalled again.<\/p>\n<p>My mother\u2019s terrified face set in a grim, angry line.<\/p>\n<p>I was six; I took my cues from her.<\/p>\n<p>If she was afraid, I should be, too.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But this, this floating in the dark,<\/p>\n<p>Incapable of sinking,<\/p>\n<p>this is different.<\/p>\n<p>I feel safe.<\/p>\n<p>I feel nurtured.<\/p>\n<p>I feel calm.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This. Is. Safe.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am separate from the world, floating in time and space.<\/p>\n<p>There is nothing here but me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is a meditation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is nothing to see.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing to hear.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Me, without the world.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The world is still out there,<\/p>\n<p>but it is not in here.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I, only I, am in here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Float Tank &nbsp; I am floating in the dark, incapable of sinking. I almost think I like this. &nbsp; Water has never really felt like a friend to me &#8212; bodies of water, that is. Water in a glass has been a mentor, a therapist,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1150,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1150"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107106"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107138,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107106\/revisions\/107138"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}