Before the viewing galleries were encased
in bullet-proof glass from ceiling to floor
there was wire mesh – with interstices
big enough through which to aim a lens,
and for Manhattan’s airs to freely pass.
Wannabe jumpers were deterred and jokers
keen to fly a kite above Fifth Avenue.
Late one sunny October afternoon,
when the leaves had begun to turn, we saw,
as felons might in an exercise yard,
the islands – Roosevelt, Staten, Liberty,
Ellis, and Manhattan itself – reduced,
and the sun begin to set over Jersey,
Ohio, the imperial geometry
of the states, a sentient jigsaw –
and imagined, as prisoners might,
autumnal prairie grass in Kansas,
eagles above the snow-line in the Rockies,
neon-lit diners on Sunset Boulevard.
Elles IslandEmpire State Building New YorkJerseyKansasLibert IslandOhioRoosevelt IslandStaten IslandSunset BoulevardThe Rockies
John Huddart
October 27, 2023This is the greatness of America! To be tawdry, violent, and filled with inspiration!
Mary Clark
October 27, 2023I remember the viewing area when it had nothing more than a glorified fence and railing. Looking down I felt the pull of the city below, more than gravity, an attraction. And so a cage was built to keep us from free flying. In our imaginations, as in yours in this poem, we can feel the whole immense country, and sky and sea embracing all.