I walked the Brooklyn Bridge yesterday. It was spectacular. I had this sense of gratitude as I watched the tourists pass on either side of me. I was grateful to be someone who gets to live here, but more than that I was grateful for the opportunity to walk, watch, explore, breathe deeply, and laugh loudly. It is moments like this that I am taken aback by how wonderful this life truly is. Here is a poem I dig about the Bridge and some pics I snapped on my fancy phone camera.
Getting Hitched
by Stephen Beal

I suspect when I tell them of my marriage, most of my friends will look away, uncertain what to say.
Some will be embarrassed, some will be nonplussed.
Others will laugh aloud, shaking their heads as they stroll to the family room to check the football game.
Some friends may even understand, or want to think they do,
but I’m afraid, if I smile too much when I tell them I have married Brooklyn Bridge,
or if I get really heartfelt, not weeping but with voice choking up,
if I do that, I’m afraid, my friends will decide that I have gone too far.
This poetry thing, they will say, has taken over.
Hey! they will say, considering the vegetarian thing, you look like you could use a steak.
Those who mistrust the sober thing may even suggest a martini.

Look. Okay. All right.
All right, Peter and Bob and Phil and John, guys I went to college with, guys who could say about
this marriage of mine, Oh no, not again. Not still. He’s not still playing the fool.
I tell you, guys, I did not decide of a morning, Gosh! I’ve got to marry Brooklyn Bridge.
I did not make a plan. I did not set a goal.
Rather, the idea grew,
from a remark in a letter to a friend,
from a poem that followed,
from the sense as I flew east from Chicago to spend Christmas in Manhattan— the sense that I would like to marry the bridge,
that I would like to have that spiritual force always in my life.

I tell you, you walk out on the bridge,
where you are absolutely safe, with the cars on the roadway down below, on either side,
where you are never fearful,
where you never have any sense of edges, never any sense of non-support, no swaying,
where even the air feels textured with delight.
Oh, you walk out here and you are beautiful. You are rich and famous.
You are one with the glories of the world about you, Brooklyn Heights and
New York Harbor and the Statue of Liberty and the towers of Manhattan.
You are one with all this beingness, and you are utterly free.
You are dancing in the air. You feel like you are flying.
You are joy.

Add yours Comments – 19

  • Aysha

    on February 28, 2011 at 8:31 pm

    Hey Allie!

    Great to hear from you! Right off the bat, I love the new layout of your website. It’s the best layout so far.

    Your pictures accompanied with poem by Stephen Beal are absolutely breathtaking. My favorite lines of the poem are:

    “I tell you, you walk out on the bridge,
    where you are absolutely safe, with the cars on the roadway down below, on either side,
    where you are never fearful,
    where you never have any sense of edges, never any sense of non-support, no swaying,
    where even the air feels textured with delight.”

    To me, these words signify that the feelings of being on the bridge are transcendent and reaches far beyond the tactile and visual experiences. Very inspiring. I might have to travel to BB and see it for myself.

    Thank you for sharing this experience with us. You have nourished us with a dessert for thought!


  • Jay

    on March 1, 2011 at 2:10 am

    Great pictures, thanks for sharing these. It’s so far away from Germany, heh.

    All the best,

  • Katrin

    on March 1, 2011 at 3:11 am

    Hey Allison!

    I’m coming to New York from Germany in June! It’s my first visit there and I am really looking forward! Your pictures of the brooklin bridge are really beautiful even if you took them only with a phone cam. 🙂
    The poem is great and it makes me even more excited to walk over that bridge myself in a few month!!

    The new layout of your site is absolutely awesome, Tabby did a great job by creating it!
    Hope to hear more of you now with your new site!

    I wish you all the best!
    Lots of love

  • Juti

    on March 1, 2011 at 4:51 am

    Cze?? Allison

    Mam na imi? Justyna. Jestem z Polski. Bardzo Ci? lubi? za to co robisz i kim jeste?. Uwa?am ?e jeste? wspania?ym cz?owiekiem. ?ycz? Ci wszystkiego dobrego. Mam nadziej? ?e kiedy? si? spotkamy albo przynajmniej to przeczytasz:)
    Pozdrawiam Justyna ” Juti”

    PS: Fajne zdj?cia New York. Te? bym chcia?a teraz tam by?:)

  • Krazy

    on March 1, 2011 at 5:58 am

    Hey ! glad to see you’re back 🙂 The new site is lovely but i hope it means we’ll have the chance to read you more often 😉 Much love and all the best for you !!!

  • 3tesla

    on March 1, 2011 at 8:09 am

    Thanks for sharing the photo’s – you have a good eye for a nice, arty composition!

  • Paula Román

    on March 1, 2011 at 8:13 am

    Thank you for sharing this experience with us
    Love the poem

  • nelly perez flores

    on March 1, 2011 at 10:48 am


    i wish i coul see in person that beautiful bridge, i hope some day i can travel to the U.S. i am from the beautiful country chile in south america if someday you come i would love to show you all our beautiful places good luck in all of yours plans and hope to see you soon on tv again, and i loved the beautiful end for chloe and oliver… i really really really hope that you be in the finale of smallville because even though we all of your fans got our happy ending we still want to see you in the very end… greetings….

  • josh

    on March 1, 2011 at 7:36 pm

    I love it, Allison. I have a tree that I wish I could have married. It was a big, loopy, jungle-gym of a wild fig tree – a banyan – that I used to climb on when I was growing up in the Amazon. Sadly, years of the weighty love of children had their toll, and in 2007, the last remaining bits of it fell into the lake by which it grew.

    By the bye… have you kept up with your writing challenge? I, myself, have taken the Ray Bradbury challenge – one short story a week for a year – on my blog. I dare you to join me.

    If you want to check it out, google “Josh Barkey” and “Fiction Fridays.” Write on!

  • 1 Jade Ruby

    on March 1, 2011 at 8:36 pm

    I had really hoped that we would have ice on the river this year. Maybe there still is time.

  • Luisana

    on March 2, 2011 at 9:14 am

    I don’t know why, but bridges give me a feeling of greatness especially when they are surrounded by natural beauty. I’m from Venezuela and is not commonly see structures like this one however when I was standing in the Maracaibo bridge, the golden Gate and Brooklin bridge something made me feel so small and fascinated at the same time. It’s just great.

    Allison Good luck with your projects, I hope I could see you soon in one of them when I go back to US.
    Best Wishes from Venezuela.

    P.S: Thank you for sharing (a long time ago) the video that markhildreth made with you because that was very inspirational for me.

  • Mike

    on March 2, 2011 at 1:30 pm

    Hey Allison,hows it going? As u can see,my name is mike,and im ”new ” here. haha i’ld like to say that ur site is the best thus far,but do to not seeing the previous , I’ll say it’s great! First off : Im sure u get this all the time,but i’ve been a smallville fan for 10yrs now haha , and wanted to say Congrats on a job well done!! We’ll all miss you,and smallville in general. Sec: I want to wish you the very best with Apple Cove, at the Women’s Project, and I hope that you’ll have a blast,and that this will only be a stepping stone for your future. 🙂 I live in SK. Canada, and I look forward to coming to visit the Big Apple,It would be a great honor to meet you over a cup of coffee at starbucks. haha With that said, I leave ya with small quote I much enjoy : ”We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” – Winston Churchhill

  • Beth

    on March 2, 2011 at 7:24 pm

    I would love to walk the Brooklyn Bridge. Hopefully someday I will. I like the peom. I find it inspiring:) I particularly love the last three lines. They’re incredibly uplifting:) Thankyou for sharing that.

  • Lajos Horváth

    on March 4, 2011 at 3:35 am

    I think these are exquisite pictures! Maybe they represent the interwoven fabric of consciousness and reality. Furthermore they remind me a quote about perception and imagination, which was written by a French phenomenologist: “My field of perception is constantly filled with a play of colours, noises and fleeting tactile sensations which I cannot relate precisely to the context of my clearly perceived world, yet which I nevertheless immediately ‘place’ in the world, without ever confusing them with my daydreams. Equally constantly I weave dreams round things. I imagine people and things whose presence is not incompatible with the context, yet who are not in fact involved in it: they are ahead of reality, in the realm of the imaginary.” – Merleau-Ponty: Phenomenology of Perception
    Thank you for sharing the intriguing pictures and poem.

  • 3tesla

    on March 4, 2011 at 8:26 am

    There was briefly a plan for my wife and I to fly out to NYC to watch “Apple Cove” during her half-term school break (she is a teacher), but it got put off as it wasn’t going to be relaxing enough. Reading this poem makes me regret that I wasn’t a little more emphatic about the plan (as I have loved my two trips to ‘The Big Apple’ whereas my wife has never had the pleasure), but we might make the trip this Summer (when she has a longer break), and, with any luck, Allison will be in another play by then.

  • Tiago Bacelar

    on March 7, 2011 at 9:27 pm

    Beautiful pictures! I love you Allison.

  • Oscar Landa

    on May 15, 2011 at 3:31 pm

    Thanx 4 sharing Allison!!

  • Michael

    on August 20, 2011 at 7:55 am

    I know I’m late and I regret it but, I didn’t find out until July when Allison died in April I was so angry yet sad. Least thats what I’m hearing. And I hope its just a rumor. But if she did dye then I hope she was happy.

  • Dan

    on October 13, 2011 at 6:28 am

    hey Michael Thank Heavens she Did NOT die it was a Hoax someone copy it from this page http://www.wusa9.com/news/article/144957/187/Md-Man-Died-In-3rd-St-Tunnel-Crash-Caused-By-Racing
    P.S lovely Peom Allison And nice pics take care now From Dan (uk) ^_^