{"id":91797,"date":"2021-06-26T13:58:17","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:58:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91797"},"modified":"2021-06-26T13:58:17","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:58:17","slug":"hour-5-prompt-1-time-capsule","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-5-prompt-1-time-capsule\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5, Prompt 1: Time Capsule"},"content":{"rendered":"

What would I learn<\/span><\/p>\n

if I listened closely to the Earth?<\/span><\/p>\n

If I laid down, first lowering myself<\/span><\/p>\n

onto hands and knees,<\/span><\/p>\n

prostrating myself\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

until my stomach and soft cheek\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

kiss the ground?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

If I press one ear\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

into the grass,<\/span><\/p>\n

would I hear the business<\/span><\/p>\n

of the creatures who live there\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and learn what it\u2019s like to see<\/span><\/p>\n

a single drop of rain fall<\/span><\/p>\n

from the tip of a bright green leaf?<\/span><\/p>\n

If I sunk my hands into moist, cool soil<\/span><\/p>\n

could I coerce it to give way<\/span><\/p>\n

in handfuls of rich, thick blackness?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tell me of the lives that have walked this land<\/span><\/p>\n

of the ones who baked bread and bricks<\/span><\/p>\n

who hunted and read the stars<\/span><\/p>\n

followed herds and rushing rivers to the ocean.<\/span><\/p>\n

Show me their stories\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

sing to me the rhythms and prayers<\/span><\/p>\n

of those who slept and fought\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and fucked and worked<\/span><\/p>\n

and hurt and strived<\/span><\/p>\n

and felt and laughed<\/span><\/p>\n

And played.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One day, my bones will join them<\/span><\/p>\n

in sleep well beneath the surface\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

of modern life.<\/span><\/p>\n

For now, I excavate–<\/span><\/p>\n

listening to the voices\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

that rattle and whisper\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

inside my own skeleton<\/span><\/p>\n

And see that I am the time capsule.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What would I learn if I listened closely to the Earth? If I laid down, first lowering myself onto hands and knees, prostrating myself\u00a0 until my stomach and soft cheek\u00a0 kiss the ground?\u00a0 If I press one ear\u00a0 into the grass, would I hear the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1292,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91797","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91797","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\/1292"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91797"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91797\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91806,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91797\/revisions\/91806"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91797"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}