{"id":68336,"date":"2020-06-27T17:43:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68336"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:43:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:43:47","slug":"2020-marathon-hour-9-forever-your-surfboard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/2020-marathon-hour-9-forever-your-surfboard\/","title":{"rendered":"2020 Marathon Hour 9 – Forever Your Surfboard"},"content":{"rendered":"

The little one clings my bare back,
\n<\/span>The less-little one counts down from 3.
\n<\/span>I jump, the gasp from above lets me know
\n<\/span>for a moment, my smallest child\u2019s
\n<\/span>Smiling face touches the sky.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I spread my arms and splash into the water,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Plunging to the bottom like a doomed plane<\/span>
\n<\/span>I stay down long enough for my backpack-child to detach,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And float amidst myriad bubbles and four tiny limbs,\u00a0 <\/span>
\n<\/span>A momentary elasmosaurus.<\/span><\/p>\n

I surface, to high-pitched giggling and cheering, <\/span>
\n<\/span>the mark of any successful dive,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And I swim.\u00a0 The little one latches onto me,<\/span>
\n<\/span>A trill and a tug as the elder does the same<\/span>
\n<\/span>I hold my legs steady, and let them ride.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>As I pop my head up, draw in a gasp of breath<\/span>
\n<\/span>I hear the elder singing,\u00a0 voice as thin as she is, as high as her spirit.<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u201cDaddy\u2019s my surfboard!\u00a0 Daddy\u2019s my surfboard!\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>The smaller one joins in, with croaking harmony<\/span>
\n<\/span>And one disagreement \u201cDaddy\u2019s OWAH turfboard!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I glide deeper, cutting off their nascent debate.<\/span>
\n<\/span>No one can argue underwater, not even sisters.<\/span>
\n<\/span>They hang onto me and eachother like joy trumps oxygen.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Their gleeful laughs fill the air as we breach, <\/span>
\n<\/span>And fill me more than any breath in my lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The little one clings my bare back, The less-little one counts down from 3. I jump, the gasp from above lets me know for a moment, my smallest child\u2019s Smiling face touches the sky. I spread my arms and splash into the water, Plunging to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68336","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\/1262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68336"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69043,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68336\/revisions\/69043"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}