{"id":65058,"date":"2020-06-27T13:50:37","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:50:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65058"},"modified":"2020-06-28T17:24:14","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T21:24:14","slug":"hour-5-dust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-5-dust\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5, Dust"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>El Paso&#8217;s rolling brownouts<br \/>\nhave nothing to do with a dearth<br \/>\nof energy, but rather its excess.<br \/>\nThis town nestled in the triangle<br \/>\nbetween desert, mountains,<br \/>\nand lush Rio Grande is plagued<br \/>\nby roiling winds in early Spring<br \/>\nafter months of drought.<\/p>\n<p>Choking ocher colored clouds<br \/>\nsweep across the loosened desert sand,<br \/>\ngrinding it smooth and lifting it high<br \/>\nin finely woven, smothering sheets.<br \/>\nThey are driven through tiny<br \/>\ncrevices, every minuscule crack<br \/>\nan opening for these fine grains<br \/>\ncoating all within our former home<br \/>\nin an orange, faintly greasy sheen.<\/p>\n<p>Each spring, while family<br \/>\nin Indiana enjoyed lush green<br \/>\nand the near endless<br \/>\nfalling sweetness of rain,<br \/>\nwe would instead receive<br \/>\nthe persistent dust,<br \/>\na constant grit in every crease and fold.<br \/>\nTiny piles of desert soil<br \/>\nthroughout our home<br \/>\nreminded me of a century before,<br \/>\nthe dust bowls that chased<br \/>\ngenerations back to verdant homelands.<\/p>\n<p>The billowing waves crested<br \/>\nmountain peaks and settled, stilled, between them,<br \/>\nsuspended in the quieted air and momentarily fired<br \/>\nby evening&#8217;s setting light,<br \/>\ncreating momentary beauty<br \/>\nfrom a distance<br \/>\nfrom what in its midst<br \/>\nwould kill.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-59797\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"6000\" height=\"4000\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash.jpg 6000w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/caleb-russell-gYUK48mFopg-unsplash-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 6000px) 100vw, 6000px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El Paso&#8217;s rolling brownouts have nothing to do with a dearth of energy, but rather its excess. This town nestled in the triangle between desert, mountains, and lush Rio Grande is plagued by roiling winds in early Spring after months of drought. Choking ocher colored&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65058","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65058","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65058"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65058\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77097,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65058\/revisions\/77097"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65058"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65058"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65058"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}