We sat and watched,
Longer than we had planned,
Looking up through the maze of steel,
Watching cotton puffs that filled the sky,
Drift ever so slowly past
The old rail bridge spanning the Hudson.
We focused on the glass box,
It groaned under the stress of bikes and people,
Then it crept up and down those cables,
Ever so slowly.
Smiling people loading and unloading.
"Wanna try it?" he asked.
We entered slowly, cautiously,
Doors locked, the ascent began,
Past strong legs
Planted in the Hudson,
Long ago transporting trains,
We went 21 stories in 90 seconds.
Right into those puffy clouds.
As if we had
The biggest roller coaster on the Boardwalk
Some worried when they talked of
Restoring the old rail bridge.
"The costs, the risks, the dangers,"
"The views, the history, the exercise,"
Is what we have.
Perfect for walkers, bikers, hikers,
Accessible for strollers, wheelchairs,
Entertainment for the young and old,
Available to the rich and the poor,
A magical, surreal Slice of Life
In the Hudson Valley
Walkway Over the Hudson State Park