{"id":3827,"date":"2022-04-28T09:36:18","date_gmt":"2022-04-28T13:36:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3827"},"modified":"2022-04-28T09:36:19","modified_gmt":"2022-04-28T13:36:19","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-177","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/04\/28\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-177\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #177"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/felix-mooneeram-evlkOfkQ5rE-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3828\"\/><figcaption>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@felixmooneeram?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Felix Mooneeram<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/theater?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\">I didn&#8217;t find a lot of information about today&#8217;s poet. Robyn Sarah is a Canadian poet and short story writer. She has taught English literature at Champlain Regional College and won a CBC Literary Award for poetry in 1990. <\/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\">It is possible that things will not get better\nthan they are now, or have been known to be.\nIt is possible that we are past the middle now.\nIt is possible that we have crossed the great water\nwithout knowing it, and stand now on the other side.\nYes:  I think that we have crossed it. Now\nwe are being given tickets, and they are not\ntickets to the show we had been thinking of,\nbut to a different show, clearly inferior.\n\nCheck again:  it is our own name on the envelope.\nThe tickets are to that other show.\n\nIt is possible that we will walk out of the darkened hall\nwithout waiting for the last act:  people do.\nSome people do. But it is probable\nthat we will stay seated in our narrow seats\nall through the tedious d\u00e9nouement\nto the surprising end--riveted, as it were;\nspellbound by our own imperfect lives\nbecause they are lives,\nand because they are ours. \n\nRiveted\nRobyn Sarah<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I didn&#8217;t find a lot of information about today&#8217;s poet. Robyn Sarah is a Canadian poet and short story writer. She has taught English literature at Champlain Regional College and won a CBC Literary Award for poetry in 1990. It is possible that things will not get better than they are now, or have been known to be. It is possible that we are past the middle now. It is possible that we have crossed the great water without knowing it, and stand now on the other side. Yes: I think that we have crossed it. Now we are being given tickets, and they are not tickets to the show we had been thinking of, but to a different show, clearly inferior. Check again: it is our own name on the envelope. The tickets are to that other show. It is possible that we will walk out of the darkened hall without waiting for the last act: people do. Some people do. But it is probable that we will stay seated in our narrow seats all through the tedious d\u00e9nouement to the surprising end&#8211;riveted, as it were; spellbound by our own imperfect lives because they are lives, and because they are ours. Riveted Robyn Sarah<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3828,"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-3827","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\/3827","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=3827"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3829,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3827\/revisions\/3829"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}