They were phantom books<\/p>\n
the ones lost when screens<\/p>\n
became the way we called<\/p>\n
our information to mind<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The books that fell through<\/p>\n
that unknowable space between<\/p>\n
space where names in drawers<\/p>\n
once told us stories<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Now, the click clack tap<\/em> of keys<\/p>\n beneath our fingertips call<\/p>\n what we need into being<\/p>\n once it was the rasp of wood<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A living thing, wood. Cut and sawn<\/p>\n it still breathes out a forest home<\/p>\n even years later, when small cards<\/p>\n on metal spindles fill its belly<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Even when I dream of cubbies<\/p>\n holding the world\u2019s secrets safe<\/p>\n cradled within once-living heartwood<\/p>\n tangible\u00a0\u00a0 as real as ancient wisdoms<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But the feathering of air whispers<\/p>\n it holds secrets too\u00a0\u00a0 floating on thermals<\/p>\n like dreaming birds\u00a0\u00a0 their wings outstretched<\/p>\n reaching backwards into time\u00a0\u00a0 like phantoms<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" They were phantom books the ones lost when screens became the way we called our information to mind The books that fell through that unknowable space between space where names in drawers once told us stories Now, the click clack tap of keys…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1728","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1728","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1728"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1761,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1728\/revisions\/1761"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}