{"id":72411,"date":"2020-06-27T22:52:25","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T02:52:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=72411"},"modified":"2020-06-27T22:52:25","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T02:52:25","slug":"too-briefly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/too-briefly\/","title":{"rendered":"Too Briefly"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>\u201cThe land knows you, even when you are lost.\u201d<br \/>\n~ Robin Wall Kimmerer<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Sunlight spilled upon the highest of the summer leaves,<br \/>\nDappled silhouettes in a rough-cut canopy of green<br \/>\nAs we meandered through overgrown brush<br \/>\nDown a thin, winding trail.<\/p>\n<p>He was two, going on fifteen;<br \/>\nI was twenty-six and starving.<\/p>\n<p>The trees knew me well, though unfamiliar to me,<br \/>\nWhispered breaths sang a soft, sweet melody<br \/>\nAnd my mind found peace in the hushed, vibrant wood<br \/>\nWhere we hiked trails for longer than I thought a child could.<\/p>\n<p>Not a fragment of my soul, in that wood, could be lost<br \/>\nThe wood cooed truths to me about this love\u2019s cost<\/p>\n<p>And I listened too briefly<br \/>\nThat I must end the day;<br \/>\nFear stole me too swiftly;<br \/>\nWe hurried away.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe land knows you, even when you are lost,\u201d<br \/>\nIt\u2019s been written before.<br \/>\nI know it\u2019s the truth, now; I now know the cost,<br \/>\nI now know we should have walked out of his door.<\/p>\n<p>When now, just as then, my mind threatens to freeze<br \/>\nI look skyward, again, at the sun-dappled trees<br \/>\nAnd I know now to run, to keep my heart intact<br \/>\nSince I tend more to under- than over-react.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe land knows you, even when you are lost.\u201d ~ Robin Wall Kimmerer Sunlight spilled upon the highest of the summer leaves, Dappled silhouettes in a rough-cut canopy of green As we meandered through overgrown brush Down a thin, winding trail. He was two, going&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1098,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72411","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72411","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\/1098"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72411"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72411\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72419,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72411\/revisions\/72419"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72411"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72411"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72411"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}