{"id":333,"date":"2009-08-26T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-08-26T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts-wp\/?p=333"},"modified":"2011-08-05T22:14:57","modified_gmt":"2011-08-06T05:14:57","slug":"maybe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2009\/08\/maybe\/","title":{"rendered":"Maybe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Maybe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Sweet Jesus, talking<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;his melancholy madness,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;stood up in the boat<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and the sea lay down,<\/p>\n<p>silky and sorry.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So everybody was saved<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that night<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But you know how it is<\/p>\n<p>when something<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;different crosses<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the threshold&#8211;the uncles<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;mutter together,<\/p>\n<p>the women walk away,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the young brother begins<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to sharpen his knife.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nobody knows what the soul is.<\/p>\n<p>It comes and goes<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;like the wind over the water&#8211;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sometimes, for days,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;you don&#8217;t think of it.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe, after the sermon,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;after the multitude was fed,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;one or two of them felt<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the soul slip forth<\/p>\n<p>like a tremor of pure sunlight,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;before exhaustion,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that wants to swallow everything,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;gripped their bones and left them<\/p>\n<p>miserable and sleepy,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as they are now, forgetting<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;how the wind tore at the sails<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;before he rose and talked to it&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>tender and luminous and demanding<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as he always was&#8211;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a thousand times more frightening<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;than the killer sea.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8211;Mary Oliver from <em>House of Light<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Maybe Sweet Jesus, talking &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;his melancholy madness, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;stood up in the boat &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and the sea lay down, silky and sorry. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So everybody was saved &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that night &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But you know how it is when something &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;different crosses &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the threshold&#8211;the uncles &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;mutter together, the women walk away, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the young brother begins &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to sharpen his knife. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nobody knows &hellip; 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