Hours ago, we were walking in Provincetown’s center. Raucous, crowded. Bicyclists weaving through pedestrians on Commercial Street. The Lobster Pot’s neon sign flashing bright. Drag queens in stiletto heels enticing folks to come see their shows. Owners walking with dogs of all sizes, bejeweled in tiaras, on rhinestone leashes; some sitting pertly, watching the crowds from baby strollers.
Now, with skies darkening, we stand alone on our deck. We’ve rented this special place for two weeks every year, for the past twenty-five years. A twenty-minute walk into town, it seems like a world away from all that we were in the midst of, just an hour ago. We listen to the silence around us. We watch with incredulity and awe as the sky darkens and a full orange-red gleaming orb rises. “Hold your hand, just there,” my husband tells me. He takes the photo. It’s the closest I’ll ever come to touching the moon.
civilization
believes itself so clever
full moon knows better
Frank is hosting haibun Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. We’re to write about the full moon. According to Frank, in February, the full moon is called the Snow Moon. I’ve taken the liberty of writing about an experience we had one September. I believe the full moon was called the Blood Moon at the time. Photos from two different years in Provincetown, Massachusetts, which is at the very tip end of Cape Cod.
lillian the home poet 
What contrasts you have in that place, and how blessed to see the moon in such glory.
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You are so right….we love spending 2 weeks every year there. It replenishes the soul. And we almost always see a full moon — golden sometimes, blood red the time from this photo.
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A wonderful travel haibun, Lill, which transported me to Provincetown’s centre. I love the contrast of busy street and silent deck communing with the
moon, which does know better.
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Always glad to take folks to our beloved Ptown! Glad you enjoyed the poem. Did you know Provincetown was the home of Mary Oliver?
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I think I read it somewhere, Lill.
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“a full orange-red gleaming orb rises” — Such a lovely haibun, Lill.
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You manifest the contrast well here. Sometimes it’s just a few steps to another world.
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Such a contrast! The quiet beauty of the moon and that nightmarish town centre! I can understand why you’re pleased to be out of it.
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Actually, we LOVE going in \to the city as well……visiting art galleries, people watching, roaming in and out of the stores, ice cream at our favorite spot; and we always attend one show. It’s the juxtapositioning that’s so wonderful….we have both worlds when we go to Ptown.
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Ha ha! Well, we can’t all like the same things.
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Luv the end. What a powerul haiku!
Much♡love
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A wonderful haibun, Lillian. I love the picture of the moon in you fingers!
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Magnificently done, Lillian!
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That is a great photo Lillian. I hope you made a wish. (K)
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The moon does know.
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P-Town, P-Town … I love it! And who could not love the photo!!! An amazing haibun Lillian. Amazing.
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I love the picture of your hand holding the moon!
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Absolutely delightful Lillian
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