{"id":39486,"date":"2017-08-05T22:29:39","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:29:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39486"},"modified":"2017-08-06T20:39:41","modified_gmt":"2017-08-07T00:39:41","slug":"dial-it-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/dial-it-back\/","title":{"rendered":"dial it back"},"content":{"rendered":"

dial it back<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

The dial rests in my hands \u2013<\/p>\n

all of time rests in my hands,<\/p>\n

all<\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

need<\/p>\n

to do is<\/p>\n

turn it<\/p>\n

forward<\/p>\n

or<\/p>\n

back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All of time rests in my hands.<\/p>\n

Mine alone.<\/p>\n

Only my time alters in this strange new world.<\/p>\n

I have to choose where I go \u2013<\/p>\n

when I go –<\/p>\n

forward<\/p>\n

or back<\/p>\n

but once.<\/p>\n

Only one turn,<\/p>\n

one use only.<\/p>\n

All else in my world would be altered.<\/p>\n

No going back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Would I turn the dial to 17 or 18?<\/p>\n

Would I try that world \u2013<\/p>\n

that life \u2013<\/p>\n

would I meet you at that age?<\/p>\n

Just to see what that would be like?<\/p>\n

Those years were bitter and cruel for me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Would it be worth it?<\/p>\n

Losing all I hold dear?<\/p>\n

Would it be worth it?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Or would I spin forward<\/p>\n

just enough that it wouldn\u2019t matter to anyone but us,<\/p>\n

leaving us to ourselves,<\/p>\n

our life,<\/p>\n

our lives?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I hold the dial in my hand,<\/p>\n

truly bound at a crossroads so heavy<\/p>\n

as to buckle me under the weight of its possibilities.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I crush it to powder<\/p>\n

with the weight of possibility,<\/p>\n

choosing not to make a choice as the safest way out.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was the first time I had ever taken that path.<\/p>\n

R. L. Elke<\/p>\n

\u00a9Aug 5\/17 prompt 13<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

dial it back \u00a0 The dial rests in my hands \u2013 all of time rests in my hands, all I need to do is turn it forward or back.   All of time rests in my hands. Mine alone. Only my time alters in this…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39486","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\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39486"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39673,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39486\/revisions\/39673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}