{"id":52646,"date":"2019-06-22T19:08:17","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T23:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52646"},"modified":"2019-06-22T19:08:17","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T23:08:17","slug":"entry-11-half-marathon-01-00-eu-time-flutterings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/entry-11-half-marathon-01-00-eu-time-flutterings\/","title":{"rendered":"Entry 11 Half-Marathon 01.00 EU time \u2013 Flutterings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t churn out wind like a windmill.\u00a0 I can\u2019t<\/p>\n<p>run from the warmth to the cold then back<\/p>\n<p>again.\u00a0 The sun looks different every morning,<\/p>\n<p>and everything has changed sinced the day before \u2013<\/p>\n<p>the birdcalls, the blades of grass, the stones<\/p>\n<p>beneath the earthbound feet, the clay heart, the<\/p>\n<p>hands that knead bread dough at dawn.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You saw me, and then you saw me again, and<\/p>\n<p>then again seventeen years later, and you said<\/p>\n<p>I was the same.\u00a0 That can\u2019t be true.\u00a0 I thought<\/p>\n<p>I knew you, but it appears now that I did not.<\/p>\n<p>Did you think otherwise?\u00a0 Yesterday, you were<\/p>\n<p>fearful, today you are sceptical, tomorrow you<\/p>\n<p>will be senile and toothless, and very stubborn.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s not try too hard.\u00a0 Let\u2019s not get ahead too<\/p>\n<p>far.\u00a0 Give me time to memorize the creases on<\/p>\n<p>your forehead, the cracks in your voice, the shelf<\/p>\n<p>where you store your precious blue-egg china.<\/p>\n<p>Tell me where the spoons are, the kettle, the<\/p>\n<p>pills for the morning and tablets for the night.<\/p>\n<p>Tell me how you want your tea, the order of<\/p>\n<p>your books, how you swim in the precious sea.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>. I can&#8217;t churn out wind like a windmill.\u00a0 I can\u2019t run from the warmth to the cold then back again.\u00a0 The sun looks different every morning, and everything has changed sinced the day before \u2013 the birdcalls, the blades of grass, the stones beneath&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52646","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\/262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52646"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52655,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52646\/revisions\/52655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}