{"id":39,"date":"2015-09-15T13:02:00","date_gmt":"2015-09-15T13:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bayleewrites.com\/2015\/09\/15\/the-seconds-in-between\/"},"modified":"2021-02-09T02:36:18","modified_gmt":"2021-02-09T02:36:18","slug":"the-seconds-in-between","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/the-seconds-in-between\/","title":{"rendered":"The Seconds In Between"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\">I often wonder<br \/>if the thunder <br \/>has a fine-tuned notion <br \/>of exactly <br \/>when I actively <br \/>could use something to <br \/>interrupt <br \/>my thoughts.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">And when it roars like a cannon <br \/>and it cracks like a shot, <br \/>I am snapped from my reverie,<br \/>sufficiently stopped <br \/>from indulging in the art of apprehension.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">The suspension of the silence <br \/>breaks the tension,<br \/>and I look to the sky <br \/>as I drive down a road<br \/>that I&#8217;ve crossed a hundred thousand times before, <br \/>but it looks so unfamiliar in the storm.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">I find myself relating to the lightning. <br \/>Restless. <br \/>Relentless.<br \/>Bolt after bolt <br \/>like a neon arrow<br \/>passionately pointing <br \/>and yet lacking any real sense<br \/>of direction.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">But for a breath of a second,<br \/>everything illuminates in clarity,<br \/>and the vast dark night<br \/>is vanquished by<br \/>a rapid white-hot flash<br \/>that shocks this sleepy city<br \/>and quickly comes to pass.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">One&#8230;<br \/>Two&#8230;<br \/>Three&#8230;<br \/>Crash. <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I often wonderif the thunder has a fine-tuned notion of exactly when I actively could use something to interrupt my thoughts. And when it roars like a cannon and it cracks like a shot, I am snapped from my reverie,sufficiently stopped from indulging in the art of apprehension. The suspension of the silence breaks the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":147,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39\/revisions\/147"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}