{"id":592,"date":"2018-11-29T01:00:52","date_gmt":"2018-11-29T01:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/?p=592"},"modified":"2019-05-26T17:15:49","modified_gmt":"2019-05-26T17:15:49","slug":"watching-the-blood-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/?p=592","title":{"rendered":"Watching the Blood Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br> We ate dinner, the four of us, <br> Watching moonrise through the trees:<br> Large, chalky round-edged patches <br> Through still-leafed limbs. <br> \u00a0<br> Someone pointed out the time. <br> Someone else noticed the moon had been <br> Sliced off on its eastern side. <br> We went to the lake, <br> \u00a0<br> Steadied ourselves into the boat, <br> Sat there waiting. <br> We\u2019re older now, good at waiting. <br> No one said much. <br> \u00a0<br> Oh, maybe a few things, <br> Like, it\u2019s the Earth getting in the way, isn\u2019t it<br> And, you can just make out the dark of the <br> Already-eclipsed part.<br> \u00a0<br> The blood didn\u2019t amount to much. <br> It was more coppery, the way plumbing and <br> Telephone wires used to be. <br> The moon has been at this a long time. <br> \u00a0<br> Maybe blood is too strong a word. <br> The thing is, when it was blood, <br> The moon showed itself. <br> We could see everything.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We ate dinner, the four of us, Watching moonrise through the trees: Large, chalky round-edged patches Through still-leafed limbs. \u00a0 Someone pointed out the time. Someone else noticed the moon had been Sliced off on its eastern side. We went to the lake, \u00a0 Steadied ourselves into the boat, Sat there waiting. We\u2019re older now, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-592","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pahwNU-9y","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/592","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=592"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/592\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":593,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/592\/revisions\/593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=592"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=592"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jamesbrueggemann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=592"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}