{"id":201,"date":"2006-10-27T07:55:54","date_gmt":"2006-10-27T15:55:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/migrator.rab.olt.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2006\/10\/guarantees\/"},"modified":"2006-10-27T07:55:54","modified_gmt":"2006-10-27T15:55:54","slug":"guarantees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2006\/10\/guarantees\/","title":{"rendered":"Guarantees"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"www.atlasoftheuniverse.com_milkyway2.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/files\/2009\/03\/wwwatlasoftheuniversecom_milkyway2.jpg\" width=\"520\" height=\"520\" \/> (painting from www.atlasoftheuniverse.com_milkyway2.jpg)<\/p>\n<p>Guarantees<\/p>\n<p>Four a.m.  my son awakens, stricken with a grief<br \/>\nhe cannot explain. His hands search<br \/>\nlike starfish for my mouth and eyes,<br \/>\nhis head burrows into my chest as if<br \/>\nhe wishes to be unborn again. What can I do<br \/>\nfor him except tell him I am here?<br \/>\nAll Will Be Well. ShhhShhhShhh.<br \/>\nThe any-mother threadbare guarantee patched<br \/>\ntogether with borrowed blankets, unpaid bills,<br \/>\na gelid radiator, and tarnished pennies in a bowl.<br \/>\nI sing what I know: Swing low, sweet chariot,<br \/>\ncoming for to carry me home, I once was lost,<br \/>\nbut now I\u2019m found, was blind, but now<br \/>\nI see, kum by yah, my Lord, kum by yah,<br \/>\nO, deep in my heart, I do believe, we shall<br \/>\novercome someday, we are not afraid,<br \/>\nO, deep in my heart, I do believe.<br \/>\nMy son pats my back to the same<br \/>\nrhythm I pat his, and we head hand-in-hand<br \/>\nto the mountain top where a band of angels<br \/>\nfly. Our mother is there in the center<br \/>\nof the spiraling galaxy, weaving with her bony<br \/>\nfingers blue and yellow stars into the twigs of a nest.<br \/>\nShe hums what she knows until morning comes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(painting from www.atlasoftheuniverse.com_milkyway2.jpg) Guarantees Four a.m. my son awakens, stricken with a grief he cannot explain. His hands search like starfish for my mouth and eyes, his head burrows into my chest as if he wishes to be unborn again. What can I do for him except tell him I am here? All Will Be [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":437,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2793],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201","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=201"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}