Lore has it that more than 25,000 people cross the Ha’penny Bridge daily. Dublin’s bustling pace does not make me doubt this number. I think about the crowds I crossed with and how little attention I paid to my fellow pedestrians perhaps due to the weather, rush, or crush of the crowd.
But late at night, the bridge was nearly empty, practically glowing, and ready for strolling despite the cold. Its luminescence made me think about what we miss when we are on our rushing way to the next place.
Shel Silverstein’s “Masks” (below, from Every Thing On It) makes me think of Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/core-poems/detail/44272) and how we intentionally and unintentionally carve our way through the woods.
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by—
And never knew.
- What mask is your character wearing? Why? How does it affect her way as she wends through woods?