~On a line from The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cNo eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even when the dew was on the grass, he rang<\/p>\n
with the clear air of morning. The heat of noonday sun,<\/p>\n
the cool lake water reflecting his presence.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You keep him alive in a photo, in an article of clothing,<\/p>\n
in the way he relished green olives\u2026your granddad\u2019s<\/em><\/p>\n favorite<\/em>. Grief will drive you mad. That is why you must<\/p>\n come to terms with life being precarious. No eye<\/p>\n <\/p>\n on the sparrow\u2026just on the greater flock crossing<\/p>\n the horizon. It isn\u2019t too late to change this missing<\/p>\n of calm peace\u2026someone told me that.\u00a0 Once you went<\/p>\n to a funeral and the speaker said the dead was<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a curmudgeon. You thought, is this okay, this irreverence?<\/p>\n You have made something of him that he wasn\u2019t\u2026but<\/em><\/p>\n it\u2019s for my daughter and grandchildren,<\/em> you argue. Yes<\/p>\n it is for all of us to recall his good, not his drinking,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n his rages, his rudeness, his greediness. He was one of those<\/p>\n people who didn\u2019t have an eye on anything but himself.<\/p>\n Not the dew droplets on the tomato leaves, not the smell<\/p>\n of warm pine pitch on the path, not his tired family.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" ~On a line from The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion \u201cNo eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.\u201d Even when the dew was on the grass, he rang with the clear air of morning. The heat of noonday…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1134,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90417","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\/1134"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90417"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90417\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91057,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90417\/revisions\/91057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}