{"id":4347,"date":"2023-06-08T10:51:52","date_gmt":"2023-06-08T14:51:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4347"},"modified":"2023-06-08T10:51:54","modified_gmt":"2023-06-08T14:51:54","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-228","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2023\/06\/08\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-228\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #228"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/tengyart-5LxaPqywLwQ-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4348\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@tengyart?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Tengyart<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/firefly?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Barbara Crooker has written nine books and, according to her <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/barbaracrooker?lang=en\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Twitter profile<\/a>, loves gardening, Bruce Springsteen, and Paris. I have previously featured her <a href=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/05\/19\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-180\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">here<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/03\/31\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-173\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">here<\/a>. <\/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\">TOMORROW\n\nthere will be sun, scalloped by clouds,\nushered in by a waterfall of birdsong,\nIt will be a temperate seventy-five, low\nhumidity. For twenty-four hours,\nall politicians will be silent. Reality\nprograms will vanish from TV, replaced\nby the \"snow\" that used to decorate\nour screens when reception wasn't \nworking. Soldiers will toss their weapons\nin the grass. The oceans will stop\ntheir inexorable rise. No one\nwill have to sit on a committee.\nWhen twilight falls, the aurora borealis\nwill cut off cell phones, scramble the internet.\nWe'll play flashlight tag, hide and seek,\ndecorate our hair with fireflies, spin\nuntil we're dizzy, collapse\non the dew-decked lawn and look up,\nperhaps for the first time, to read the long lines\nof cold code written in the stars....\n\nTomorrow\nBarbara Crooker<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Barbara Crooker has written nine books and, according to her Twitter profile, loves gardening, Bruce Springsteen, and Paris. I have previously featured her here and here. TOMORROW there will be sun, scalloped by clouds, ushered in by a waterfall of birdsong, It will be a temperate seventy-five, low humidity. For twenty-four hours, all politicians will be silent. Reality programs will vanish from TV, replaced by the &#8220;snow&#8221; that used to decorate our screens when reception wasn&#8217;t working. Soldiers will toss their weapons in the grass. The oceans will stop their inexorable rise. No one will have to sit on a committee. When twilight falls, the aurora borealis will cut off cell phones, scramble the internet. We&#8217;ll play flashlight tag, hide and seek, decorate our hair with fireflies, spin until we&#8217;re dizzy, collapse on the dew-decked lawn and look up, perhaps for the first time, to read the long lines of cold code written in the stars&#8230;. Tomorrow Barbara Crooker<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4348,"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-4347","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\/4347","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=4347"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4347\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4349,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4347\/revisions\/4349"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4348"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4347"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4347"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4347"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}