The moon is a celebrity tonight.
larger than life,
closer to earth than in most of our lifetimes.
It rises up over Newport Hospital,
then majestically over Mrs. Williams' house,
like a huge honey lollipop in the sky.
We can't quite get our tongues around it
but we devour it with our eyes.
The next morning it's image is front and center,
above the fold of the Daily News.
The night after is even better: I'm driving.
No, I'm moon-gazing.
No, I'm driving.
I'm driving across long narrow bridges spanning the Narragansett Bay,
the still-huge moon shining through transient cloudscape:
Peaking, hiding, beckoning with a half-smile like the Mona Lisa,
all while I've floated across the bridge at a slow steady speed.
Home safe, here is the moon next door, hovering over Mrs. Williams' house again.
RDB
November 15, 2016
3 comments:
Hi, Rowena — a voice from way back when.... you used to babysit me and my brothers half a century ago. I found your blog while researching the history of Dunlap-Wheeler Park. Seems strange to call that “history” — I was at the dedication. Anyway, I’m back in Middletown now, living in the Easton’s Point neighborhood and thinking of ways to improve this area, especially for foot travel. One idea is for a bridge linking D-W Park to the walkway at the far end of the parking lot of Easton’s Beach — crossing the overflow stream from Easton’s Pond. Any thoughts?
I'm not sure if this will reach you, but I thought I’d give it a try, especially because this blog post captured exactly what I was doing last night, gazing at the Pink Moon: “I'm driving. No, I’m moon-gazing. No, I’m driving.” Had to drive down to the beach to see the moon waves. Then my husband called and asked if I was all right since it had been half an hour since I left my mother's house on Mitchell's Lane!
Hope you are well - would love to hear from you. Do you ever make it back to RI?
All the best,
Melissa
Hi Melissa! I'm at the Newport Public Library Children's Dept desk and I would love to see you again. Obviously, I forget to look at this blog often enough...
Ps: Melissa, I had no idea that you were at the dedication. You really remember?!
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