{"id":34,"date":"2005-01-19T15:29:38","date_gmt":"2005-01-19T23:29:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/migrator.rab.olt.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2005\/01\/lost-hat\/"},"modified":"2005-01-19T15:29:38","modified_gmt":"2005-01-19T23:29:38","slug":"lost-hat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2005\/01\/lost-hat\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost hat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"losthat.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/careo.elearning.ubc.ca\/weblogs\/watercarrier\/archives\/losthat.jpg\" width=\"420\" height=\"500\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>LOST HAT<\/p>\n<p>I dreamt about that hat again<br \/>\nalthough it\ufffds been gone<br \/>\nfor two months now, slipped<br \/>\nfrom my hood into the deep<br \/>\nunplowed snow of the faculty lot.<\/p>\n<p>When I retraced my path, it had<br \/>\nalready vanished into the hands<br \/>\nof a student or a professor<br \/>\nwho must daily marvel at the most<br \/>\ncurious and warmest hat on earth.<\/p>\n<p>My husband suggested that maybe<br \/>\nit wasn\ufffdt stolen, that maybe<br \/>\nit had burrowed into the snow<br \/>\nlike its cousin, the squirrel,<br \/>\nand in spring it will reappear.<\/p>\n<p>With watery eyes, it will leap<br \/>\nto my head and set its sodden paws<br \/>\nupon my chest and purr. Or a crowd<br \/>\nwill gather around to whisper as<br \/>\nI fling myself onto its furry corpse.<\/p>\n<p>As a child I had heard of a faraway land<br \/>\nwhere forgotten things live.<br \/>\nMillions of solitary socks, gloves and<br \/>\nmittens, umbrellas, unfinished books,<br \/>\nstray dogs and cats, and helium balloons<br \/>\nfrolic in a mountainous land with<br \/>\nthe children and the elderly<br \/>\nwe discard or misplace.<\/p>\n<p>In the dream my hat was there, large<br \/>\nenough to engulf the heads of the eight<br \/>\nmost powerful world leaders, strong<br \/>\nenough to eradicate the coldest,<br \/>\nmost ruthless minds, bold enough<br \/>\nto shout the truth of the oppressed,<br \/>\na triumphant, headless King of the Hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>LOST HAT I dreamt about that hat again although it\ufffds been gone for two months now, slipped from my hood into the deep unplowed snow of the faculty lot. When I retraced my path, it had already vanished into the hands of a student or a professor who must daily marvel at the most curious [&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-34","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34","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=34"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}