{"id":7460,"date":"2015-06-13T11:19:59","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:19:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7460"},"modified":"2015-06-13T11:19:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:19:59","slug":"fishing-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/fishing-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Fishing &#8211; Hour 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Standing on the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>looking upstream,<\/p>\n<p>I am mesmerized by the rushing water.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Water tumbling\u00a0over submerged boulders,<\/p>\n<p>crashing into them, cascading over them,<\/p>\n<p>splashing, tumultuous, alive with energy.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Water flowing under the overhanging trees.<\/p>\n<p>touched by their branches,<\/p>\n<p>but never slowed, never taken off course.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Water eddying, taking a break before rushing on,<\/p>\n<p>calm, still, silent,<\/p>\n<p>covered in water bugs and sticks and things.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Standing on the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>looking up\u00a0at the branches overhead,<\/p>\n<p>the sky blue through the leaves,<\/p>\n<p>the birds hoping to steal my catch.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But all I&#8217;ve caught is those branches.<\/p>\n<p>Again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Standing on the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>I look up at my fishing line,<\/p>\n<p>tangled and dangling from the branch overhead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I set my rod down on the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>scramble to the tree trunk once more,<\/p>\n<p>climb the tree and out onto the branch once more,<\/p>\n<p>retrieve my line and hook once more.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sitting on the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>looking upstream,<\/p>\n<p>rod idle at my side,<\/p>\n<p>I smile.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I love fishing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Standing on the rocks, looking upstream, I am mesmerized by the rushing water. &nbsp; Water tumbling\u00a0over submerged boulders, crashing into them, cascading over them, splashing, tumultuous, alive with energy. &nbsp; Water flowing under the overhanging trees. touched by their branches, but never slowed, never taken&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7460","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\/302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7460"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7460\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7571,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7460\/revisions\/7571"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}