My daughter texted me last night to say the supermoon<\/p>\n
stole her breath when she saw it. I wanted to rise<\/p>\n
and bear witness too, but I had already trekked to the edge<\/p>\n
of slumber, my body a willful slave to bed.<\/p>\n
Still, when the moon calls, I obey<\/p>\n
and move my legs, pink and meaty as hams,<\/p>\n
outside where I crane my neck to see only her glow<\/p>\n
growing above the neighbor\u2019s house<\/p>\n
that blocks her. I wait for her to rise. She takes<\/p>\n
my breath too when I see her round gold face.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never seen her so gold. She can never dart<\/p>\n
in the sky but plods like that old unsinkable submarine<\/em><\/p>\n of someone else\u2019s dream. I am a lumbering bear<\/p>\n who won\u2019t sleep until yardsticks break underfoot<\/p>\n on my way to my den. In the morning,<\/p>\n I creep out of my cave into the yard to see<\/p>\n with my red eyes the bright now-white high-hanging moon<\/p>\n among the branches of white pine and cedar.<\/p>\n This morning cup of coffee steams with the sweet pond<\/p>\n of sleep still dripping from me as I stand and praise<\/p>\n the morning and my daughter for this moon.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My daughter texted me last night to say the supermoon stole her breath when she saw it. I wanted to rise and bear witness too, but I had already trekked to the edge of slumber, my body a willful slave to bed. Still, when the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3235,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-127588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127588","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\/3235"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127588"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127588\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127640,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127588\/revisions\/127640"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}