{"id":37583,"date":"2017-08-05T19:01:25","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:01:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37583"},"modified":"2017-08-05T20:21:31","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T00:21:31","slug":"slipping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/slipping\/","title":{"rendered":"Slipping (hour 9, 2017)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>SLIPPING<\/p>\n<p>The sky was weeping mercilessly<\/p>\n<p>the evening we entered New Mexico.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Staring skyward, palms uplifted to the sonorous, wet falling,<\/p>\n<p>I felt a slipping in my heart \u2013<\/p>\n<p>heavens unbalanced \u2013<\/p>\n<p>this desert \u2013 too green too green.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I saw the climate wandering, unhinged;<\/p>\n<p>arroyos surging with mud.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Tests. Experiments.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I dreamt an explosion \u2013 saw the searing white blast,<\/p>\n<p>withering of birds (mountain jays, golden eagles);<\/p>\n<p>tasted the acrid stench of crisped juniper.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The next day an atomic physicist\u2019s dream of death<\/p>\n<p>shadowed our steps along Los Alamos\u2019s Boyo trail \u2013<\/p>\n<p>steep-walled box canyon once witness to flash &amp; blast \u2013<\/p>\n<p>small bombs testing nuclear containment \u2013<\/p>\n<p>while dead-end geology and weather drove us back \u2013<\/p>\n<p>thunderclouds surging overhead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>This is not a test <\/em>texts read that night.<\/p>\n<p><em>Flash floods, flash floods,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>be prepared to evacuate.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This was not a riddle in so many syllables.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Imminent incident. Flash flood. Early September.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SLIPPING The sky was weeping mercilessly the evening we entered New Mexico. &nbsp; Staring skyward, palms uplifted to the sonorous, wet falling, I felt a slipping in my heart \u2013 heavens unbalanced \u2013 this desert \u2013 too green too green. &nbsp; I saw the climate&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":768,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37583","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37583","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\/768"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37583"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37583\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38476,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37583\/revisions\/38476"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37583"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37583"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}