{"id":90645,"date":"2021-06-26T13:00:09","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90645"},"modified":"2021-06-26T13:02:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:02:32","slug":"the-day-i-left-the-cabin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-day-i-left-the-cabin\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day I Left the Cabin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. -The Awakening, Kate Chopin<\/p>\n<p>There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.<br \/>\nThe birds, wilting from the record-breaking heat splashed in the baths,<br \/>\ndisappointed that the water wasn&#8217;t cooler.<br \/>\nA yellow slime crept atop the old tree stump to make itself known.<br \/>\nThe full moon was setting on the west horizon.<br \/>\nI read somewhere that it was the last super moon of the year.<br \/>\nI heard somewhere that this would bring about good changes.<br \/>\nI hoped that was true and went about my chores&#8211;<br \/>\nmoving through heat that felt like a physical resistance.<br \/>\nI tasted salt as the sweat dripped from my brow.<br \/>\nI chased it with iced tea, crushing the ice with my teeth for emphasis.<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t feel ready to say goodbye to this place I had called home<br \/>\nfor the last year and a half&#8211;the time of COVID<br \/>\n&#8211;my first time living alone in my 56 years.<br \/>\nI will miss this.<br \/>\nBut the way is forward.<br \/>\nToward pink-sky sunsets<br \/>\nand new beginnings.<br \/>\nAnd the bees will keep humming<br \/>\neven after I am gone.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. -The Awakening, Kate Chopin There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. The birds, wilting from the record-breaking heat splashed in the baths,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1094,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[4249],"class_list":["post-90645","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021hour4"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90645","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\/1094"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90645"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90971,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90645\/revisions\/90971"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}