{"id":59,"date":"2011-04-12T17:32:02","date_gmt":"2011-04-12T17:32:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8080\/wordpress\/?p=59"},"modified":"2015-05-17T01:43:40","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T01:43:40","slug":"sun-born","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/sun-born\/","title":{"rendered":"Sun-born"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-59-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/SunBornVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/SunBornVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/SunBornVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Into the moonlit calm I fall<br \/>\nhanging on memories of doors<br \/>\nand eyes opening,<br \/>\nsweet smelling fires,<br \/>\nstretching flowers,<br \/>\nhills beyond hills,<br \/>\nold hallways hollowing,<br \/>\na song from some inner room,<br \/>\nthat old man\u2019s tremendous prayer,<br \/>\nswift birds at dawn, the river widening\u2026<br \/>\nI hang on like life to such moments<br \/>\nplucked from the converging clutter<br \/>\nwhich is closing in and grabbing on<br \/>\nwith a thickening of limbs and globular<br \/>\nclustering, a gathering into pools<br \/>\nand throngs, an agglutinative swarming\u2014<br \/>\neverything constrained and stuck together:<br \/>\ncups, cupboards, cars, clothes, cans,<br \/>\nrooms upon rooms<br \/>\nclutching across the lands,<br \/>\ncontainers and conduits and coverings\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I search in the ruck of the place,<br \/>\nto find you.<br \/>\nBut you are not framed in the doorway;<br \/>\nyour hair in the light<br \/>\nis not you; your smile, the look<br \/>\nin your eyes I know so well,<br \/>\nare still only pressed against space,<br \/>\nthough something flickers through\u2014<br \/>\nyour singularity, the flash of you,<br \/>\nwhich I cannot see<br \/>\nand can never know\u2014<br \/>\nas waves, patterns, fields<br \/>\nof force, feelings without thoughts,<br \/>\nspins of muons and galaxies,<br \/>\nthe flows and forms of things,<br \/>\nthe charm of quarks and swiftness<br \/>\nof sharks\u2014I cannot see,<br \/>\nI can never know.<\/p>\n<p>The moonlight slowly fades<br \/>\nand the sun glimmers,<br \/>\nlifting the leaf<br \/>\nfrom the folded petal,<br \/>\nloosening the plant mold of the soil,<br \/>\nreducing the glacier to wild river.<br \/>\nClimbing, I climb the sun,<br \/>\nUp slippery stems, the unclad coral rose,<br \/>\nthe spiraling leaf-screened stretching tree.<br \/>\nFlying with the sun\u2019s wings,<br \/>\nI cry at whippoorwills and petrels,<br \/>\nstorm-cloud-riding until flung free\u2014<br \/>\nthere where no weather is, nor mold of dying,<br \/>\nsun-born on the burning edge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/SunBornVx3.mp3 &nbsp; Into the moonlit calm I fall hanging on memories of doors and eyes opening, sweet smelling fires, stretching flowers, hills beyond hills, old hallways hollowing, a song from some inner room, that old man\u2019s tremendous prayer, swift birds at dawn, the river widening\u2026 I hang on like life to such moments plucked from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-59","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemsofbecoming"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1902,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions\/1902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}