{"id":107305,"date":"2022-06-25T10:00:31","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107305"},"modified":"2022-07-22T21:25:31","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T01:25:31","slug":"hour-1-amphibious","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-1-amphibious\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 1: Amphibious"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Amphibious<\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I was a small thing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">watching the shifty line<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">between ocean and sand<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a changing place<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">where I could find home<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">tides pulling under<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the loose earth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of my body<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">below the surface, it was quiet<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I held my breath as she rocked me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">lulled by her heartbeat<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Waking on my back<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a flock of nurses in white<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">floated through the room<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I came out of surgery,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">my first breaths were shallow<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I was born in the ocean<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">taking my first steps<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">on land<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Amphibious \u00a0 I was a small thing watching the shifty line between ocean and sand a changing place where I could find home tides pulling under the loose earth of my body below the surface, it was quiet I held my breath as she rocked&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4428,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107305","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107305","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\/4428"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107305"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107305\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":125124,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107305\/revisions\/125124"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}