{"id":1169,"date":"2008-09-20T17:56:35","date_gmt":"2008-09-20T23:56:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=1169"},"modified":"2008-09-20T17:56:35","modified_gmt":"2008-09-20T23:56:35","slug":"island-prayer","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=1169","title":{"rendered":"Island Prayer"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=1169\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>9\/20\/08<\/p>\n<p>When you return to the past<br \/>\nWhile in the present<br \/>\nYou access the memories of stories<br \/>\nAnd the changes of time<br \/>\nYou witness oxygen rust and cause trees to broaden<br \/>\nYou feel the sea pull through you like an endless sob<\/p>\n<p>How the smells were stronger, almost romantic<br \/>\nBefore your nose began to age<br \/>\nSome roads paved and level, others rutted and grassed<br \/>\nThe song of the backshore remains the same<br \/>\nThrough the trees it calls you, the rumble of a cycle<\/p>\n<p>Getting out of bed, walking wet down the concave path<br \/>\nThe spongy moss springs back after each step<br \/>\nThe bounce in your step not your own<br \/>\nThe rumble becomes wave, again and again<br \/>\nBlow down root maps show you the underside of life<br \/>\nThe forest ebbs and closes, the path changes near the end<br \/>\nThe ax has not made the last straight or clear or dry<\/p>\n<p>The rock welcomes you and you remember what a skill you need<br \/>\nTo bound from ledge to boulder, kelp to slimy stone<br \/>\nExposed by waning tide, barnacles and periwinkles cluster<br \/>\nLike a gem<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>9\/20\/08 When you return to the past While in the present You access the memories of stories And the changes of time You witness oxygen rust and cause trees to broaden You feel the sea pull through you like an endless sob How the smells were stronger, almost romantic Before your nose began to age [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1159,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-iR","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1169"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1169\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}