{"id":428,"date":"2009-09-21T03:00:01","date_gmt":"2009-09-21T11:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/?p=428"},"modified":"2010-06-28T05:41:18","modified_gmt":"2010-06-28T13:41:18","slug":"428","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/2009\/09\/428\/","title":{"rendered":"Storm approaching"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"stormapproachWest\"<\/p>\n

I need to gather energy around these shoulders like a cloak of clouds plump with rain. I am the thunder and lightning to come and the purple silence that follows.<\/p>\n

My eyes remain sharp-focused on the prey, which is, after all, a potential life, my heart, a reason to live. I track what moves inside across open field, watch it travel through broken stalk and chaff. I am the hawk of prayer.<\/p>\n

I save myself from the click of sharp teeth tearing into dreams unrealized. I can lead it to the oak shade, to the circle of riverside stars pulsating blue light. \u00a0My great-great grandmother with no teeth says to these dull brown seed eyes, grow<\/em>. I can\u2019t fit in a fist of should be. I am a copper wire snake. I shine. I can make it across a field of broken and rejected things. I am a coil of passion, an untapped spring. I won\u2019t hide from shadows above or crouch in furrows. I am what crawls onward. A spirit like me searches for what is born from sun and rushing water.<\/p>\n

If death decided, now<\/em>, I\u2019d break free, a storm a thousand hooves wide, clattering across earth, ocean, and sky. I am a dervish in search of the center calm. Nothing satisfies my thirst for the river song, no one staves this hunger for the sleeping stones the meandering water swallows whole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I need to gather energy around these shoulders like a cloak of clouds plump with rain. I am the thunder and lightning to come and the purple silence that follows. My eyes remain sharp-focused on the prey, which is, after all, a potential life, my heart, a reason to live. I track what moves inside […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":437,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2793],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428","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=428"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":517,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428\/revisions\/517"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/watercarrier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}