Illusions! At times we find ourselves giants, capable of feats beyond imagination, abilities to accomplish the most amazing actions in demanding the most challenging destruction and doom. We are sometimes more significant than the sum parts from which we will permit to lay heavy upon our shoulders. But then we meekly admit that the mere mortal in all of us leads to becoming a shadow, not shallow, but a wisp of a wonder, waning and ebbing as both the sun and sea decide to come and go. Here I stand feet firmly planted, touching the sand of time on top of the ocean floor, as the waters had receded from Provincetown to another destination of the world, as the gravity of the moon dances and dashes across the heavens!
Illusions! Am I really THAT giant, so vast, as to power over all I see, or am I a speck of a species, scurrying around to find the solace, safety and certainty that will assure me of another day, and perhaps a better way. The tide rolls away, undressing the oceans, begging me to stand on Terra firma, almost mocking me, knowing that in hours that the sea will return, showcasing IT’S power and prestige
Illusions! At times Provincetown is like a giant Carny. Illusions! At times Provincetown is a lovers lounge, where intimacy is not restricted to your sexual preclusions, where honesty is always the truth, where nature and nurture are neutral and where giants roam. Illusions! Permitting shadows to come out in the day, never worried about dark secrets, fed by the moonlight and usually found at night. Illusions! Provincetown demonstrates the juxtaposition of a place in a part of the universe where there is no shame in small and no great big deal in being big.
Illusions! Aren’t they just in the mind's eye, provided by the strength of wishing or wanting? There is a beauty when an illusion can reshape your thinking, your actions, your heart. But then, as with most anything human, a dark side can make an illusion into nothing but a sham, a sideshow, a showcase for selfishness, and sinister. There is an illusion in the Oval Office and an empty carcass of a crass ass. If only the wind and rain could wash that illusion away!
