{"id":1908,"date":"2010-03-19T00:01:51","date_gmt":"2010-03-19T06:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1908"},"modified":"2010-03-19T00:02:16","modified_gmt":"2010-03-19T06:02:16","slug":"poetry-friday-the-3-am-request-for-water","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1908","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: The 3 a.m. Request for Water"},"content":{"rendered":"

This poem comes from Deborah Garrison’s<\/strong><\/a> 2007 collection of poetry entitled The Second Child<\/a><\/strong><\/em> (Random House). This is not re-printed with permission. I hope you all won’t have to visit me in Poetry Jail. The poems are funny, tender, and honest, and some of them send goosebumps up my arms. My commentary this morning will not go beyond that. I simply leave the poem for you to enjoy. <\/p>\n

“A Drink in the Night” by Deborah Garrison:<\/p>\n

My eyes opened
\nat once for you were standing
\nby my side, you’d padded
\nin to ask for a drink in the night. <\/p>\n

The cup was—-where?
\nFallen down, behind?
\nChurning in the dishwater, downstairs?
\nToo tired to care, I cupped
\nmy hand and tipped it
\nto you. You stared, gulped,
\nsome cold down your chin.
\nWhispered, “Again!”<\/p>\n

O wonder. You’d no idea
\nI could make a cup.
\nYou’ve no idea what
\nI can do for you, or hope to.
\nYou watched, curious and cool,
\nas I cupped some up
\nto my own lips, too,
\nthen asked,
\n“Why does it taste better<\/em>?”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

The Poetry Friday round-up is being held this morning over at Some Novel Ideas<\/a><\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This poem comes from Deborah Garrison’s 2007 collection of poetry entitled The Second Child (Random House). This is not re-printed with permission. I hope you all won’t have to visit me in Poetry Jail. The poems are funny, tender, and honest, and some of them send goosebumps up my arms. My commentary this morning will […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1908","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1908"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1908\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}