{"id":61962,"date":"2020-06-27T09:31:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:31:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=61962"},"modified":"2020-06-27T09:56:44","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:56:44","slug":"clouds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/clouds\/","title":{"rendered":"clouds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>when I was four years old<br \/>\nshe told me that clouds<br \/>\nwere something you can<br \/>\ngrab onto and keep<\/p>\n<p>so on afternoons after the first goodbye<br \/>\nI\u2019d go out to the yard, stretch<br \/>\nmy little arms up into the gaping blue<br \/>\nto catch the cotton too far to reach<\/p>\n<p>I never forgot<br \/>\nthe disappointment on the plane<br \/>\nto -someplaceididntknowyet-<br \/>\nnot being able to open the window<\/p>\n<p>and when I first saw her again at the terminal<br \/>\nwhere families reunited, lovers ran to one another<br \/>\nmy bitter silence arrival<br \/>\nmet her soft chuckle at my frustration.<\/p>\n<p>sometimes I see you sigh at nothing<br \/>\nor distance when you\u2019re near<br \/>\n\u2013and now when I look up at the sky<br \/>\nI keep my arms at my side<\/p>\n<p>I now know: there are some things you long for<br \/>\nsome things you can\u2019t hold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>when I was four years old she told me that clouds were something you can grab onto and keep so on afternoons after the first goodbye I\u2019d go out to the yard, stretch my little arms up into the gaping blue to catch the cotton&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1142,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-61962","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61962","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\/1142"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=61962"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61962\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62125,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61962\/revisions\/62125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=61962"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=61962"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=61962"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}