{"id":3058,"date":"2020-11-19T11:20:43","date_gmt":"2020-11-19T16:20:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3058"},"modified":"2020-11-19T11:20:50","modified_gmt":"2020-11-19T16:20:50","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-107","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/19\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-107\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #107"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/skyler-gerald-nYgkStQeJVo-unsplash-683x1024.jpg\" alt=\"close up of a coffee cup and saucer\" class=\"wp-image-3059\" width=\"502\" height=\"751\"\/><figcaption>Photo by\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@skylergeraldphoto?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Skyler Gerald<\/a>\u00a0on\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/coffee-cup?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Danusha Lam\u00e9ris is an American poet. She has won several prizes and was the the 2018-2020 Poet Laureate of Santa Cruz County, California. She lives in Santa Cruz and teaches poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">I've been thinking about the way, when you walk\ndown a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs\nto let you by. Or how strangers still say \"bless you\"\nwhen someone sneezes, a leftover\nfrom the Bubonic plague. \"Don't die,\" we are saying.\nAnd sometimes, when you spill lemons \nfrom your grocery bag, someone else will help you\npick them up. Mostly, we don't want to harm each other.\nWe want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,\nand to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile\nat them and for them to smile back. For the waitress\nto call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,\nand for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.\nWe have so little of each other, now. So far\nfrom tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.\nWhat if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these\nfleeting temples we make together when we say, \"Here,\nhave my seat,\" \"Go ahead--you first,\" \"I like your hat.\" \n\nSmall Kindnesses\nDanusha Lam\u00e9ris<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Danusha Lam\u00e9ris is an American poet. She has won several prizes and was the the 2018-2020 Poet Laureate of Santa Cruz County, California. She lives in Santa Cruz and teaches poetry. I&#8217;ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say &#8220;bless you&#8221; when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. &#8220;Don&#8217;t die,&#8221; we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don&#8217;t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, &#8220;Here, have my seat,&#8221; &#8220;Go ahead&#8211;you first,&#8221; &#8220;I like your hat.&#8221; Small Kindnesses Danusha Lam\u00e9ris<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3059,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3058","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3058","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3058"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3058\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3064,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3058\/revisions\/3064"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3059"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3058"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3058"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3058"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}