The Senator’s Son Walks Home from School
Other than the incident when my teachers face turned swamp monster, school was painfully boring, as usual.
11:30 – Lunch Bell
12:00 – 1:00 – Lunch
1-2:30 – Monotony
3:00 - Freedom
School was only a 1 mile hike from home so I rathered the walk. It was like all I could do to get home was to walk, can’t rush that, can’t demand too much from the environment into which you plunge and in which you live. I get home when I get home.
On this particular day , I found myself distracted on the way. This distraction would more the triple the normal duration of the 5-time-weekly journey.
There's this particularly windy road that weaves between a creek and the rockface up against and into which the road is situated. There aren’t any side-walks so usually I walk along the creek. Something caught my attention on the other side of the creek up in the woods. I was no stranger to the creek and the water so I had no problem plunging in, sometimes literally, into the creek environment. Plus, once in the trance of the pilgrimage commute home at the end of the day, adventure is a much-needed stimulant.
Socks and shoes off. Left foot, right foot. Water’s only cold for a second. Your arms swing out in front of you in an instinctual precaution against falling. At the other side, only the shoes go back on. Socks go in backpack for after re-crossing.
The other side of the creek is symmetrical to the other side, as if a reflection in the water of the side you’re standing on. Large rocks, cool pools of water.
Now off into the woods.
About fifty feet into the vegetated woods, a gentle valley forms. At the top of this valley in dirt trenches are bike paths which, presumably, based on the general debris, is primarily for mountain bikes ridden by beer drinking hooligans. The bottom of the valley was a little closer to pristine.
At the lip of the valley, visible was a lone plot of submerged earth. Water must pool down here in puddles, culminating this little swamp of interconnected pools. A red log, at one time or another, had fallen at the edge of the marsh, never loosing connection with the earth into which it’s roots had tangled. It now resting toward the middle of the swampy area. The red wood formed a bridge to nowhere, a Bog Alter.
The light bounced from the surface to the underneath of leaves on the trees and on to the heaven’s above. Green pad plants cover parts of the mirror surface reflecting the sky.
I stood out in the middle of the log and looked straight down. Reflected on the surface was another person entirely. The features on reflected face were warped and grotesque but still very much my own. The form in the water breathed a low explication and pulled backwards into the ground below me. It seemed surprised by what it saw. Curiously enough, did the exact same thing above the water. I looked around, was I being fucked with?
Vine like swamp weeds moved slowly beneath the surface, like a constrictor tightening its grip on its prey. I stepped forward again and looked into this stranger’s eyes the throbbing tangle under the surface. From the murk, another face appeared directly next to mine, and by that I mean my reflection’s.
This new face was covered with grime and muck and had very few remarkable features. Only sunken, shallow eye sockets, a vague nose, and a wide toothless mouth.
“Strange, isn’t it?”
“What am I looking at right now?” I asked it.
“Ahha,” started the face, the features of surprised delight showed in the subtle features. “It’s not at what are you looking, it’s into where you are gazing!”
The voice was not loud. It was garbled and raspy, yet clear.
I crouched down and examined my reflections face a little closer.
“Fine, into where exactly is it that I am gazing?”
“It’s a place not many people have been…”, again began the face.
I looked around at the deserted grove. I wondered who else would venture somewhere so overgrown, so unwelcoming. Animals of the woods. Local children. My neighbors? My friends?
“Others have been here too...”
“Well of course. There are hardly a places where no one’s ever been, now is there?”
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