{"id":65912,"date":"2020-06-27T13:57:02","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:57:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65912"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:57:02","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:57:02","slug":"how-it-really-is-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/how-it-really-is-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"HOW IT REALLY IS – Hour 5"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

HOW IT REALLY IS <\/span>
\n<\/span>A Zen Story<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

awakening into the twilight of the morning<\/span><\/p>\n

I take my boat to fish among the silent mists<\/span><\/p>\n

as the sun contemplates the course of the day<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

night playfully rousing daybreak with sweet kisses<\/span><\/p>\n

light & shadow parting like a tender, long goodbye<\/span><\/p>\n

mists dancing with every element in breathless balance<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

as I watch entranced<\/span><\/p>\n

across the swirling sea-sky a shape emerges within the mist<\/span><\/p>\n

I am halted in my dawning reverie, peering through the shadows<\/span><\/p>\n

as the shape is delivered to me from the darkness<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It is another boat.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

another boat on this flowing nebula of mist and stars<\/span><\/p>\n

obscured except its vaguest outline in the sleepy morning<\/span><\/p>\n

another boat, right in the way of my course<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I flap and squawk, shattering the sunrise harmony<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello!\u201d I cry and \u201cTurn Aside!\u201d but from the other boat<\/span><\/p>\n

there is no reply across the shimmering water<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m appalled by this cretin<\/span><\/p>\n

I raise my voice again in contempt to condemn him. Who is he<\/span><\/p>\n

to steal my glorious dawning? Who is he to make me turn aside? and then<\/span><\/p>\n

the curtain of fog rises in the sublime sunlight, and finally I see<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The other boat is empty.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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