{"id":147,"date":"2006-03-06T11:46:26","date_gmt":"2006-03-06T19:46:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/migrator.rab.olt.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2006\/03\/spring\/"},"modified":"2006-03-06T11:46:26","modified_gmt":"2006-03-06T19:46:26","slug":"spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2006\/03\/spring\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"fish_libraryexhibit.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/files\/2009\/03\/fish_libraryexhibit.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"336\" \/><br \/>\n(anonymous outsider art at the local public library)<\/p>\n<p>The hawk hovers above the courtyard and knows<br \/>\nthat the earth is awakening. It is mindful of the movement<br \/>\nbelow the soil, the stretching of limbs and the assembly-line<br \/>\nyawns. Rivers rippling past creaking bones.<\/p>\n<p>Any animal with a nose knows the same. The wind kisses<br \/>\neach face awake with the thermal smells of melting snow and loam.<br \/>\nButter on morning bread melts faster, luxuriously<br \/>\nreleasing its frigid opaque form. Everything stirs.<\/p>\n<p>And the sounds! The eaves of every man-made box plink and plonk<br \/>\na free-style jazz of tin cans, wooden spoons, and stones shaken in jars.<br \/>\nSuch music sets us free. Snow on rooftops slips on invisible shoes and leaps.<\/p>\n<p>Small feet patter the earth as if millions of children trapped inside<br \/>\nbrick schools and steel factories broke free. Horizon is a far distant fence<br \/>\nin a field of mud and seeds. Hearts thump chaotic bliss and bodies pulsate<br \/>\nheat and breathe. The deity manifest in the hawk surveys the earth spinning<\/p>\n<p>toward Spring. In its tendons and in its wings, it sees a brimming lake below,<br \/>\noverflowing mirror of sky. Near the surface, fish glide by on silver fins.<br \/>\nIn the center of yellow-black peonies reveal a multitude of opening eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(anonymous outsider art at the local public library) The hawk hovers above the courtyard and knows that the earth is awakening. It is mindful of the movement below the soil, the stretching of limbs and the assembly-line yawns. Rivers rippling past creaking bones. Any animal with a nose knows the same. The wind kisses each [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":437,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2792,2793],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ordinary-muse","category-poems-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/437"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=147"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}