{"id":239,"date":"2007-02-22T06:56:11","date_gmt":"2007-02-22T14:56:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gigglefern.com\/?p=239"},"modified":"2007-02-22T06:56:11","modified_gmt":"2007-02-22T14:56:11","slug":"so-youre-standing-again-and-breathing-beginning-another","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/?p=239","title":{"rendered":"So you’re standing again and breathing"},"content":{"rendered":"

I think, perhaps, that David Wagoner got inside my head and my heart and wrote this poem just for me. This poem does not merely reflect a fleeting mood of today. Rather, it speaks of a larger place in life I inhabit, one that fortunately Steve shares. We may not have arrived “There” quite yet but we are certainly on the path. We are Getting There.<\/p>\n

Getting There<\/p>\n

You take a final step and, look, suddenly
\nYou’re there. You’ve arrived
\nAt the one place all your drudgery was aimed for:
\nThis common ground
\nWhere you stretch out, pressing your cheek to sandstone.<\/p>\n

What did you want
\nTo be? You’ll remember soon. You feel like tinder
\nUnder a burning glass,
\nA luminous point of change. The sky is pulsing
\nAgainst the cracked horizon,
\nHolding it firm till the arrival of stars
\nIn time with your heartbeats.
\nLike wind etching rock, you’ve made a lasting impression
\nOn the self you were
\nBy having come all this way through all this welter
\nUnder your own power,
\nThough your traces on a map would make an unpromising
\nMeandering lifeline.<\/p>\n

What have you learned so far? You’ll find out later,
\nTelling it haltingly
\nLike a dream, that lost traveler’s dream
\nUnder the last hill
\nWhere through the night you’ll take your time out of mind
\nTo unburden yourself
\nOf elements along elementary paths
\nBy the break of morning.<\/p>\n

You’ve earned this worn-down, hard, incredible sight
\nCalled Here and Now.
\nNow, what you make of it means everything,
\nMeans starting over:
\nThe life in your hands is neither here nor there
\nBut getting there,
\nSo you’re standing again and breathing, beginning another
\nJourney without regret
\nForever, being your own unpeaceable kingdom,
\nThe end of endings.<\/p>\n

~ David Wagoner ~<\/p>\n

(In Broken Country)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I think, perhaps, that David Wagoner got inside my head and my heart and wrote this poem just for me. This poem does not merely reflect a fleeting mood of today. Rather, it speaks of a larger place in life I inhabit, one that fortunately Steve shares. We may not have arrived “There” quite yet […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/239"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=239"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/239\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ourhousehaswheels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}