{"id":70486,"date":"2020-06-27T20:00:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70486"},"modified":"2020-07-23T17:12:57","modified_gmt":"2020-07-23T21:12:57","slug":"12-beyond-now-theres-then","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/12-beyond-now-theres-then\/","title":{"rendered":"12: Beyond Now There\u2019s Then"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Right now<br \/>\nit\u2019s low days<br \/>\nquiet that quakes deep<br \/>\nthe wanting felt all over<br \/>\na body hurt a body whole<br \/>\nthe intricacy of circuits,<br \/>\npathways carved out<br \/>\nwhere all this stays.<\/p>\n<p>Right now<br \/>\nthe minutes stretch<br \/>\nthough the day has gone quick\u2014<br \/>\nit slows up<br \/>\nmarking a box on a grid<br \/>\nuntil they are all blue exes.<\/p>\n<p>Right now is here<br \/>\nthis unsettled feathered<br \/>\nnotion sitting at the bottom<br \/>\nan unstable foundation<br \/>\nabout to crumble<br \/>\ncrash down.<\/p>\n<p>And then<\/p>\n<p>there has to be<br \/>\nsomething<br \/>\nbeyond right here right now.<\/p>\n<p>Otherwise there\u2019s no point in<br \/>\nsunrise, summer storms, or<br \/>\nstars; no reason for pink sand,<br \/>\nhigh wires, or \u00a0windmills;<br \/>\nno value in all the years<br \/>\nall the subtle glances all<br \/>\nthe all in all overwhelming<br \/>\nwonder this expanding universe<br \/>\nhas to offer in a tiny locket<br \/>\nhanging from a thin silver string.<\/p>\n<p>I close the clasp at the nape of my neck<br \/>\nclutch the charm to my chest<br \/>\nbrushing aside any semblance of hope\u2014<br \/>\nan unwarranted expectation for<br \/>\nunpredictable desire\u2014 and instead<br \/>\nfall into the complete confidence of faith,<br \/>\nknowing this now is different from the last<br \/>\nand will keep renewing<br \/>\ninto a life worth living over and over again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Right now it\u2019s low days quiet that quakes deep the wanting felt all over a body hurt a body whole the intricacy of circuits, pathways carved out where all this stays. Right now the minutes stretch though the day has gone quick\u2014 it slows up&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1349,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70486","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\/1349"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70486"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70909,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70486\/revisions\/70909"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}