{"id":99416,"date":"2021-06-27T00:29:46","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T04:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99416"},"modified":"2021-06-27T01:40:46","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:40:46","slug":"repotting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/repotting\/","title":{"rendered":"Repotting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I dig my fingers deep into the soil, and it\u2019s soft as a new blanket.<br \/>\nI gather handfuls, tickling as it tumbles away from the edges of my grip.<br \/>\nI pat it down, and like a living body something deep beneath the surface is already warm. It pushes against my palms. Inhales, as I move them away.<br \/>\nAnd then the sapling.<br \/>\nThe soil coats my fingertips in grit, but still the young bark feels like metal.<br \/>\nAnd when I pinch the base, there\u2019s the curious sensation of depth and strength. Radiating through the roots and sturdy stem, through my fingers, up my arm. I feel my tree\u2019s kindred with the earth.<br \/>\nI tug, and of course the soil comes too. The lightness in the pot is immediate, the emptiness of a hand with heavy bags left in the hall. It feels like plastic again. Some days it had been heavy as rock.<br \/>\n<em>Lift.<\/em> Suddenly the sapling is comically unbalanced, yet the wind catches the leaves like a sail and I feel the whole uncertain body strain.<br \/>\nNew pot. New home. More soft soil. Until the tree is surrounded. I run my fingers across the diameter, to feel the rough and aged earth enrobed in velvet.<br \/>\nI think I feel my sapling breathe a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I dig my fingers deep into the soil, and it\u2019s soft as a new blanket. I gather handfuls, tickling as it tumbles away from the edges of my grip. I pat it down, and like a living body something deep beneath the surface is already&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2314,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99416","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\/2314"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99416"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99940,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99416\/revisions\/99940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}