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
