{"id":1063,"date":"2022-11-16T19:00:45","date_gmt":"2022-11-17T00:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=1063"},"modified":"2022-11-11T18:12:05","modified_gmt":"2022-11-11T23:12:05","slug":"inhalation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/inhalation\/","title":{"rendered":"Inhalation"},"content":{"rendered":"
More than half of Earth\u2019s oxygen<\/em> In each breath, I inhale More than half of Earth\u2019s oxygen comes from the ocean. In each breath, I inhale salt air, risen from waves that climb to the sky, wash down in a web of white foam. Millions of minnows swim through meadows, where seagrass dances in the light. Whales, sharks, dolphins echo across the open ocean. Reefs of…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":260,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[11],"coauthors":[73],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\ncomes from the ocean.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nsalt air, risen from waves
\nthat climb to the sky,
\nwash down in a web
\nof white foam. Millions
\nof minnows swim
\nthrough meadows,
\nwhere seagrass dances
\nin the light. Whales,
\nsharks, dolphins echo
\nacross the open ocean. Reefs
\nof pink, green, blue corals,
\ncool taste of ripples
\non my tongue, golden
\nsun seeps down in streams.
\nWhen I breathe, seas
\nspeak. Language
\nI let flow into my lungs,
\ninto my veins.
\nIn my sleep, I dream
\nof starfish singing
\nin the deep. I cycle
\nlike the tides; hide
\nat night, while in morning,
\nI rise. Waters whisper,
\nlisten to the melting ice,
\nhear the sea, its sacrifice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"