{"id":237,"date":"2020-09-24T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-09-24T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","slug":"to-the-stranger-at-the-station","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/24\/to-the-stranger-at-the-station\/","title":{"rendered":"To the stranger at the station"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>To the stranger at the station<br \/>\nwho waited below the bronze bell, <br \/>\nstill, amidst the smell of coffee<br \/>\nand the flow of human sea waves<br \/>\nbreaking against old, red pillars<br \/>\nwhich held up a mirage of hope, <br \/>\nthis is my thank you note to you. <\/p>\n<p>I was a rolling stone rebel<br \/>\nwith a pocketful of tickets, <br \/>\nwearing shoes used to small town dust<br \/>\nand a knapsack full of fresh dreams. <br \/>\nI almost drowned in that platform<br \/>\nwhile stepping off the train from town. <br \/>\nSurfing was never my strong suit. <\/p>\n<p>Like lost mist I floated, and eyes<br \/>\ndeemed me invisible enough<br \/>\nto disregard and look straight through. <br \/>\nWhen clocks struck a hesitant ten<br \/>\nyou helped me with dire directions.<br \/>\nOur stops are on the same straight route, <br \/>\nyou said, and we boarded bus eight. <\/p>\n<p>For a split second I could see<br \/>\nlingering sorrow on your lips <br \/>\nas though I wore the lifeguard&#8217;s vest<br \/>\nwhile your limbs froze underwater. <br \/>\nThe journey seemed like strands of hair<br \/>\ntucked into a thick princess braid, <br \/>\nlong but studded with hidden gems. <\/p>\n<p>At my stop you got off with me. <br \/>\nWe&#8217;d missed yours accidentally<br \/>\nso you jogged across black and white, <br \/>\nboarding bus ten across the street. <br \/>\nThank you for going the wrong way<br \/>\njust to help a stranger that day. <\/p>\n<p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To the stranger at the station  who waited below the bronze bell,   still, amidst the smell of coffee  and the flow of human sea waves  breaking against old, red pillars  which held up a mirage of hope,   this is my thank you note to you.     I was a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=237"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}