Trying<\/p>\n
\u201cThe people I love best are the ones who try\u201d \u2013 Nancy Pagh, Trying<\/em><\/p>\n Perhaps this is my folly: to never try Trying \u201cThe people I love best are the ones who try\u201d \u2013 Nancy Pagh, Trying Perhaps this is my folly: to never try enough. To let love happen to me as the wind happens to fall leaves, floating until I am brought indelibly to the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135464","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135464"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135464\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135468,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135464\/revisions\/135468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nenough. To let love happen to me as the wind
\nhappens to fall leaves, floating until I am
\nbrought indelibly to the damp soil,
\nwaiting to disintegrate and get consumed
\nby worms. And yes, knowing now that trying<\/em>
\nis a risk, I often cower in place, deep in the
\nsafety of a well protected branch, grateful
\nto stay hidden in the safety of a storm.
\nThough, winter as it is, and pain, I wonder
\nif you\u2019ll see me, finally, inevitably try,
\nrisking disintegration. Letting go.
\nWondering at what my father taught me,
\nhas yet to teach, even if the world does
\nnot love us, even love is, after all, just dust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"