{"id":142223,"date":"2023-09-03T06:53:14","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:53:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=142223"},"modified":"2023-09-03T06:53:14","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:53:14","slug":"poem-for-hour-twenty-two-22-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/poem-for-hour-twenty-two-22-24\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem for Hour Twenty-Two (22\/24)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Heron standing<\/p>\n<p>steward overseeing<\/p>\n<p>beckons me near with ancient eyes<\/p>\n<p>great and blue<\/p>\n<p>like his name supplies<\/p>\n<p>the recognizable shapes of someone long laboring over thought<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I came to him with joy and the weight of questions from years past<\/p>\n<p>the hope of every birder to speak with this beast<\/p>\n<p>prehistoric and wise<\/p>\n<p>but i did not get to ask<\/p>\n<p>it was his turn to speak<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you know why the land chokes?<\/p>\n<p>Why smokestacks billow and coral reefs die?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Taken aback, my gaze shattered like falling glass<\/p>\n<p>down his immovable spine<\/p>\n<p>He stabbed into the water and came up with<\/p>\n<p>Debris<\/p>\n<p>And set it down at my feet<\/p>\n<p>Not blaming me but<\/p>\n<p>Filled with decades of sorrow<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I felt obliterated<\/p>\n<p>for I love the ground which supports him and the<\/p>\n<p>sky which holds him aloft,<\/p>\n<p>but he asked of me still<\/p>\n<p>impossibly hard things<\/p>\n<p>he mourned<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why are the seas overfished?<\/p>\n<p>Why is enough never enough?<\/p>\n<p>Do you know why the ceaseless wheels of progress<\/p>\n<p>bowl over the unfortunate?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I stood mouth agape<\/p>\n<p>Head shaking like I could erase the truth<\/p>\n<p>I asked through tears<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What can be done?&#8221; but his long beak like deep nights stayed persistent in its slumber<\/p>\n<p>and I had no choice but to ask<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why does this happen?&#8221; I pleaded<\/p>\n<p>and the heron turned to me<\/p>\n<p>amber orbs unchanging<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Humans think they&#8217;re better.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heron standing steward overseeing beckons me near with ancient eyes great and blue like his name supplies the recognizable shapes of someone long laboring over thought &nbsp; I came to him with joy and the weight of questions from years past the hope of every&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142223","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\/5262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142223"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142223\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142598,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142223\/revisions\/142598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}