Pocket park next to the East River in Williamsburg
Municipal Art Society article
NYC Parks & Rec
On the occasion of sadness at seeing this lovely wee park covered in trash, I wrote and posted a Father's Day poem in tribute to my Dad who taught me about leaving a place better for having been there: "Grand Ferry is an exquisite park: no barrier between people and water, Manhattan lolls at the horizon like a great rock encrusted with cement and steel lichen….Sometimes I experience Grand Ferry Park as a place where in days past folk gathered to await a shop across the river to work or shop or visit friends and family. I imagine the undercurrent of low conversation as they wait, the slow dignity with which the barges and sailboats still pass." And, this is where I and many others gathered to grieve and watch the WTC crumble and burn.