{"id":52087,"date":"2019-06-22T18:11:58","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:11:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52087"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:11:58","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:11:58","slug":"sunrise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/sunrise\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunrise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">From the shelf I bring down the canteen,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">instant coffee, measure out a large dose<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">and catch the kettle just before it whistles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">There is a hush outside, moonbeams<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">still trickling though the fog and heavy branches<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">of the fir trees. The cabin is wood and I<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">are miles from the closest concrete structure,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">a lonely hike through the trees yesterday.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">I head down the dock and pour out<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">my first cup of the pre-morning, waiting<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">as I have all night to wash the first streaks<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">of sun lighten the darkness, cleansing<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">your damned soul from my flesh, my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;background: white\"><span style=\"font-size: 13.0pt;letter-spacing: .1pt\">bloodshot today from my vigil, not tears.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the shelf I bring down the canteen, instant coffee, measure out a large dose and catch the kettle just before it whistles. There is a hush outside, moonbeams still trickling though the fog and heavy branches of the fir trees. The cabin is wood&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1170,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52087","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\/1170"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52087"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52093,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52087\/revisions\/52093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}