{"id":48178,"date":"2019-06-22T11:48:34","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:48:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48178"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:17:39","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:17:39","slug":"continental-drift-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/continental-drift-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Continental Drift"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">From the air the rift is obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">Cascades, Sierra Nevadas &#8212;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">I see how the Earth folded herself,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">intimate and generous<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">into the shift and spread.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">Between us, the space is not so clear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">I have bent, turned, given in, broken down<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">and hidden<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">but the quakes, the insults,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">the mean stares and rivers of anger &#8212;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">where does this<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">\u00a0plain and transparent<\/span><\/p>\n<p>continent of me<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">drift to?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">J. Pratt-Walter<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;font-size: 13pt\">6\/22\/2019<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the air the rift is obvious. Cascades, Sierra Nevadas &#8212; I see how the Earth folded herself, intimate and generous into the shift and spread. &nbsp; Between us, the space is not so clear. I have bent, turned, given in, broken down and hidden&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1133,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48178","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\/1133"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48178"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49198,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48178\/revisions\/49198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}