{"id":4080,"date":"2016-06-30T01:44:00","date_gmt":"2016-06-30T00:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w7m.3ee.myftpupload.com\/?p=4080"},"modified":"2016-06-28T17:33:43","modified_gmt":"2016-06-28T16:33:43","slug":"a-perfect-summer-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=4080","title":{"rendered":"A Perfect Summer Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am fermented with the earth,<br \/>\nwith time,<br \/>\nso I speak thoughtlessly,<br \/>\nlike walking, I take the journey<br \/>\nof my legs.<br \/>\nI stop when my heart commands it.<br \/>\nI see only what my eyes wish to see.<br \/>\nI am a passive traveler.<br \/>\nI lay in the sun like a stone,<br \/>\nlike a roof shining in the sun.<br \/>\nMy body is a trellis of veins.<br \/>\nIf you ask where I\u2019ve been,<br \/>\nI don\u2019t remember,<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n<p>The world mixes itself in me<br \/>\nand I am what I am,<br \/>\na star covered up with leaves.<br \/>\nA star buried in the warm aroma<br \/>\nof the dirt.<br \/>\nA star with its light kept in a shadow,<br \/>\nbehind a gate.<br \/>\nA star that knows how the world began.<br \/>\nA kiss that awakened it.<br \/>\nA call that gave it a name.<br \/>\nA room meant only for itself,<br \/>\nand a face lost in the ocean<br \/>\nwith no way back.<br \/>\nA road that leaves nothing behind,<br \/>\ndoors that exit from nothing.<\/p>\n<p>But I still want the air of the earth<br \/>\nto cover me.<br \/>\nI want the voices that come on the wind<br \/>\nto sing.<br \/>\nI want the hard firm shake of a hand<br \/>\nto greet me and say goodbye.<br \/>\nI have run out of old thoughts.<br \/>\nI have given everything away.<br \/>\nI am ready to be born to a happy face,<br \/>\nto an old tree.<br \/>\nTo look up and never see the end<br \/>\nof everything beginning.<br \/>\nIt is time invisible light becomes visible.<br \/>\nTo give someone a dawn to look into,<br \/>\nand a place<br \/>\nfor my heart to fall in the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am fermented with the earth, with time, so I speak thoughtlessly, like walking, I take the journey of my legs. I stop when my&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=4080\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A Perfect Summer Day<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-index-of-all-poems","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4080","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4080"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4771,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4080\/revisions\/4771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}