The Other Side of a Reflection
The Other Side of a Reflection
This poem is by brother Christopher Benedict. He was a “scribbler,” short for a news-editorial sequence student with the journalism department at Ball State. He had an internship with a Gannett newspaper one summer and soon after graduation he went to work for a newspaper in Waco, Texas. His words have served him well. He married a Texas sweetheart and never left her or the company. He has been with Gannett for the past 25 years at different newspapers and different places.
He always had a good imagination. He has stayed married and is looking forward for retirement, but may work for a book publishing house as an editor. This one he wrote while he was in college.
The Other Side of a Reflection
A man walks through a concrete and glass forest
meshed between a green oasis.
He stops. He spys his reflections in
a clear pool.
He hears some girgles and
bubbles of blood rise and burst.
They dissolve in the water.
A rusty knife appears below the surface.
He reaches. It disappears.
He stares at a man-eating crab
settling in the sand.
It senses foreign eyes upon
himand digs further until buried.
The crab uncovers a fortune in gold
and silver coins. The man is tempted, but
he is stIll dumfounded by his reflection. He resists.
A tiny blue sports car glides beneath the
water making rippling V’s.
It crashes into a mountain of coins, and
ina lightling-quick transformation,
a single snail appears.It creeps along.
A small bump peeks just above
water’s surface … a nipple.
The rest of the human iceberg sleeps floating in the calm sea.
Braving the depths, he plunges his hand to grab the breast.
His slight touch melts it. He withdraws, disappointed.
Oncoming foot steps are loud.
A busy businessman late for a plane
flys down a sidewalk runway not knowing if
land or fly.
He looms past the small oasis creating
a draft that pulls the reflectionist
through the reflection into the water.
He sees the rest of the iceberg, the
mountains of gold, the knife, the speeding
car and the man-eating crab.
Now he looks at the crab in a different
perspective.
The a bubble of blood rises to the surface
of the clear pool of water, and bursts.
well.. it’s like I said!
Comment by Uol Sexo — September 10, 2009 @ 7:32 am
mm.. strange thoughts
Comment by Pixie Spanked — December 21, 2009 @ 6:23 am