{"id":34256,"date":"2017-08-05T13:33:20","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:33:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34256"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:41:45","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:41:45","slug":"sunset-in-sonoma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/sunset-in-sonoma\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunset in Sonoma"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A lifetime of giving up hope<br \/>\nhas a way of offering preparedness<br \/>\nfor the acceptance of death,<br \/>\ntraining for a triathlon of loneliness<br \/>\nand trudging and no-help-when-you-need-it.<br \/>\nSonoma could have swallowed me whole.<br \/>\nBoar tracks dried single file<br \/>\narching toward redwood oblivion.<br \/>\nWhen there was but one set of footprints&#8230;<br \/>\nMaybe God is a boar, a pregnant sow<br \/>\nleaving those prints toward the<br \/>\nBest View, far more important<br \/>\nthan the way out. Isolated stumps,<br \/>\ndots on a grid, planned. Intentional.<br \/>\nMy scream echoed hundreds of feet<br \/>\ndown that cliff, spread across the lake<br \/>\njust waking with spring, crawling and threading<br \/>\ntoward the Greater. It left me<br \/>\nwith a primal power amplified<br \/>\nby solitude, by loss, by resignation.<br \/>\nFingers struck wide, arms pulled<br \/>\nhigh, feet flat with a boar print<br \/>\nin between. Nothing to do but keep moving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A lifetime of giving up hope has a way of offering preparedness for the acceptance of death, training for a triathlon of loneliness and trudging and no-help-when-you-need-it. Sonoma could have swallowed me whole. Boar tracks dried single file arching toward redwood oblivion. When there was&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34256","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34256","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\/1119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34256"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34256\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34319,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34256\/revisions\/34319"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}