{"id":42873,"date":"2017-08-06T08:16:55","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:16:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42873"},"modified":"2017-08-06T08:21:35","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:21:35","slug":"hour-10-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-10-16\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 17"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Excuse me Ma&#8217;am may I get you a drink&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Her face young or was it the same, as mine?<\/p>\n<p>Where were we?<\/p>\n<p>Trapped in a metal box seeming to go somewhere<\/p>\n<p>Clouds and land the size of pins<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re flying<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ma&#8217;am?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Coffee, please &#8211; and black&#8221; I jumble out<\/p>\n<p>Taking in my surroundings<\/p>\n<p>Coffee helps<\/p>\n<p>No one else on this plane<\/p>\n<p>How long have I been out?<\/p>\n<p>I do not remember purchasing this flight.<\/p>\n<p>Coffee helps<\/p>\n<p>And the lady seemed to look just like me, twenty?<\/p>\n<p>I do not remember much of anything<\/p>\n<p>There was not much really to remember<\/p>\n<p>What belongings did I bring?<\/p>\n<p>Did I pack anything?<\/p>\n<p>Surely I must have left some of the memories alone<\/p>\n<p>To be dead and destructive for, no one else&#8217;s home<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps it is I, no belongings, only carrying me<\/p>\n<p>But then again waking up to reality<\/p>\n<p>At thirty I can surely say I wasn&#8217;t driving this ship<\/p>\n<p>Flying this plane<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve truly no idea how I got to this place<\/p>\n<p>A miracle would be too hard to reach<\/p>\n<p>Mentally, for some people<\/p>\n<p>But it itself is an explanation when the first thought I have<\/p>\n<p>After waking up in the middle of being here<\/p>\n<p>At least, somewhere on this Earth<\/p>\n<p>Is having an answer prepared for anyone who should ask<\/p>\n<p>Old habits die hard it is best to simply repurpose the intent of them<\/p>\n<p>I know coffee helps. \u00a0I know i&#8217;m alive and well, God is good and must be piloting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Excuse me Ma&#8217;am may I get you a drink&#8221; Her face young or was it the same, as mine? Where were we? Trapped in a metal box seeming to go somewhere Clouds and land the size of pins We&#8217;re flying &#8220;Ma&#8217;am?&#8221; &#8220;Coffee, please &#8211; and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":934,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42873","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\/934"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42873"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42873\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42999,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42873\/revisions\/42999"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}