'Mommy...Daddy
..Bridge is dancing! ! ! '
Homeless still
Amidst the glare
Millions Watching
Everywhere
Those lights
..A dancing
Yet nary a soul
Sees..hears..nor cares
Those screams of joy
'Our' homeless child
...Is fancying
Save..Mommy..Daddy
And the anguished
.....Bridge...
Just...dancing
Author's Note:
'The light sculpture, which will be on every night for two years, has become a darling of moneyed Silicon Valley types. The project is privately financed and is estimated to cost some $8 million.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watching the Bay Bridge Lightshow brought me back to the feelings of my own childhood, especially of having time to contemplate the world moving around me - so James B. Earley's poem, with its poignant homeless child image touched my spirit and my mind. Nice.