{"id":94777,"date":"2021-06-26T17:35:46","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:35:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=94777"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:35:46","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:35:46","slug":"hour-9_weightless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-9_weightless\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 9_Weightless"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had been there for days<br \/>\ndrunk with liquid<br \/>\nsurrounded by it\/<br \/>\nwithin it<br \/>\nnever knew the ease of it<br \/>\nbreathing there<br \/>\nnot like holding your breath<br \/>\nand the choking sputter<br \/>\nwhen one second more<br \/>\nis too much<br \/>\nWeightlessness\/float<br \/>\nthe ease of the body<br \/>\nmoving amidst other forms<br \/>\nno need for a cane here<br \/>\nno impediments<br \/>\nor cruel fractures in<br \/>\nmy path<br \/>\nthat bring danger<br \/>\nand fear of injury<br \/>\nThe displacement of water<br \/>\nthe placement of body:<br \/>\na ceaseless dance of unending positions<\/p>\n<p>When I emerge<br \/>\nI expect to look to a distant beyond<br \/>\nthe busy dailiness of the city<br \/>\ncontinued unabated.<br \/>\nBut it is not like this<br \/>\nI pop up<br \/>\nsudden and surprising<br \/>\nlike an out of sight bottle<br \/>\njust uncorked<br \/>\nThe city is spread below me<br \/>\nit is twilight<br \/>\nand I am perched on the edge<br \/>\nof a watery rooftop<br \/>\nmany stories high<br \/>\nLights are flickering on<br \/>\nas the city welcomes dusk<br \/>\nI slap my hair from side to side<br \/>\nglad in this wet clap<br \/>\nagainst skin<\/p>\n<p>Above now<br \/>\nNot quite of land;<br \/>\nand of water \u2013<br \/>\nnow bounded<br \/>\nBreathing<br \/>\nin heaves<br \/>\nLungs expectant<br \/>\nWatching<br \/>\nas the sky darkens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had been there for days drunk with liquid surrounded by it\/ within it never knew the ease of it breathing there not like holding your breath and the choking sputter when one second more is too much Weightlessness\/float the ease of the body moving&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3072,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94777","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94777","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\/3072"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94777"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94777\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":94799,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94777\/revisions\/94799"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}