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Promises<\/b><\/p>\n
This year, I resolve, to travel once around the sun. Promises This year, I resolve, to travel once around the sun. To notice the moon\u2019s faces, and the stars insistent percussion. I will eye myself in raindrops that cling to naked twigs, and elongate each moment. Anything is possible. This year, it will be good to walk the path of a river, springing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18333","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18333","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18333"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18333\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18393,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18333\/revisions\/18393"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTo notice the moon\u2019s faces, and the stars insistent percussion.
\nI will eye myself in raindrops that cling to naked twigs,
\nand elongate each moment.
\nAnything is possible.
\nThis year, it will be good to walk the path of a river,
\nspringing from darkness to surge down the land,
\nseeking always for the sea. Ancient water, still moving,
\nI will heed this shapeshifter.
\nThis year, I have a lot to learn. I want to know what happens,
\nmoments before sparks fly, surface to surface, energy poised
\nbefore ignition. I will be a moth to this.
\nI am not promising much, only to turn the earth gently,
\nto coax seeds from the soil,
\nand be ready to hear their songs.
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