The Man with the Mirror
Heavy on his shoulders,
it rests incessantly,
pressing his feet deeper
into the soil.
Every hillcrest
he toils to reach,
every valley
which nearly swallows
him whole,
he feels the toll
of its burden
as much in his body
as in his soul.
Still,
he stalks the lands
of our world,
meandering,
pandering
to every whim
of the mirror's
waxing weight,
for the greater part
of his own will
is bent, maxed out,
on the fulfillment
of his task —
simply to carry
onward.
Words
escape him always,
blurred
is his vision,
unheard
by him are the cries,
whether forlorn
or elated,
of those he passes by.
Worn and oxidated
is its frame,
where can be seen
its evident centuries
of service,
but on its face,
not a trace,
not a modicum
of scum,
no grime
or scratches.
If and when
your sight catches
this immaculate,
alien,
preternatural thing,
you'll behold
a perfect reflection —
factual,
irrefutable
as the immutable
laws
which garner
and command
even the gnarliest
depths of space,
the ultimate
Wild West.
Best you look deep
into that glass
if you happen to pass,
in your travels,
this bastard son
of revelation
and his polished,
reflective encumbrance.
Allow me to offer
an abundance
of evidence
to provide substance
to this claim
if you remain
yet unconvinced
of its importance.
Portents do appear
of great potential
in accordance
with the unspent
existential
capability of the looker.
Shook — or
"shaken," if you
like —
and mistook
of the meaning,
many have been,
for a depiction
of the sin of idleness,
of the bridles
we have set
upon ourselves
through simple inaction,
may take
many a form.
A now dormant
volcanic calamity
once beheld itself
in his mirror
and bore
witness
to a future
choked with smoke
and ash forever —
or, at least,
for as long
as any living
thing drew breath
enough to remember.
Seeking not
to be the ender
of all the
hopeful little
beings
after seeing
how their desperate
fleeing
from its wrath
would lead
to nothingness,
a path
divergent
the emergent,
humble mountain
did devise.
It closed
its molten eyes
and resolved
to hold them so
for as long
as it might.
For the sake
of a bright,
if fleeting,
day for all the others,
the caldera
would endure an era
of its own
private night.
Slightly sooner,
at the right turn
of the previous
millennium,
a devious
little mammalian
grifter
pilfered,
willfully but
unwittingly,
the seedlings
of a mighty,
solitary tree.
Faced with this
involuntary ferry
far away
from their very
exemplary progenitor
by the hairy thief —
a scary
fate indeed —
the acorns were wary
and unsure
of what to do
within the
arbitrary prairie
upon which
they were eventually
deposited.
Closeted
as they were,
their doom
seemed to them
all but
guaranteed.
Boom!
The man freed
himself from exertion
to rest for
just a moment,
directly adjacent
to the new
and unwanted home
of the seeds,
whose nascent
greatness
was immediately unveiled.
They were shown,
within the glass,
the deepest forest
ever known,
grown solely,
over centuries,
from their own refusal
to be denied.
And so,
though the task was massive,
they pried
their roots out from within
themselves,
dug deep,
and got to work.
Smirking
in its constant,
roaring current,
a fervent
and raucous river
raged,
its rapids
vowed never
to be assuaged
and actively
engaged any attempt
at bridge or dam
with nigh-instant
flooding damnation.
In so doing,
it all but forced
segregation
upon several
meagre but
burgeoning nation
states,
if such terms
had yet been uttered.
Shuttered
from one another,
these young cultures
began to wither.
Then,
the man with the mirror
stumbled thither.
The river grumbled
something
of a bubbling, exotic,
aquatic curse,
for, right away,
it knew
it would reverse
its prior promise.
As if rehearsed,
a heartfelt,
stunning scene
unfolded
inside the mirror's
eerie screen.
Yearly gatherings,
serene and wholesome,
driven wholly
by sharing, caring
and never violence.
All this
in blatant defiance
of the river's
previous perception
of mankind,
with their restrictive giants
of wood and metal
and their pathetically false
"self-reliance."
Compliance,
steeped in mercy,
found its way
into the river's heart,
and it parted peacefully
from the notion
that the motion
of its waters
must never be
even slightly tamed.
The very same day,
the river steeled
its nerves and yielded.
It revealed to the people
its gentlest
bends, where their efforts
ought to be spent amidst
the mist and spray,
where a dam
might stay intact
and bridges may
cross the way
with but a smidgeon
of strain.
As insane as it seemed,
the stream remained
content
and no longer resented
the people,
whose faces had gone
from hungry to happy —
joy erases,
or at least helps
to cover up
the scars of struggle.
And,
at the center
of the festivities
and trade,
despite its past proclivities,
the river made
a happy, new nativity,
all from just
a drop of passivity
into its primal waters.
Daughters and sons
of curiosity!
For posterity's sake,
and in case
these excerpts of precocity
have not reduced
the velocity
of your skepticism,
I have one more
example,
though it is incomplete.
Ample are my faults,
and I know not
precisely what I'll do,
but I gazed, amazed,
into that mirror,
was told this tale,
and knew I must share it
with you.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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