Eye On Life Magazine

Make every day a beautiful day.

Eye on Life Magazine is a Lifestyle and Literary Magazine.  Enjoy articles on gardening, kitchen cooking, poetry, vintage decor, and more.


Kicking the beer bottles under the driver’s seat, 

He fastened his Smile Sandwiches visor, threw his

Apron over his neck, and looked down, the creases

Under his eyes congregating, like the lines painting

The sky that day. Sighing, he gazed at the sun peaking 

Through the clouds, blinding him, as he walked towards 

A new beginning, sun beating on his back, and tuna, 

Turkey and lettuce, awaiting his arrival. 


A little pigtailed girl came up to the counter, uncertain. 

Can I have a glass of water please? He looked down at her,

Wanting instead to give her the globe in his hand. He nodded, 

Scraggly black hair bouncing with the gesture. Walking

Over to the soda machine, he pressed the water panel,

And watched the way it filled up the cup, making his 

Hand, no his body, feel full. He handed the cup to the

Girl. Thanks, she smiled taking his gift.


He stood there, gazing at the broom. I should clean up,

He thought, staring at the bread and bacon crumbs

Scattered over the dry ground. He pushed pieces

Of crust to the corners of the counter, watching it 

Shift back and forth with the broom, waiting for

 It to be uplifted into his dustpan. Then someone asked

For broccoli, peppers, lettuce. Vegetation, he thought. 


And as it got later, people continued shuffling in, 

Looking at him work his seven hour shift. The sun

Became stronger until the clock’s hands moved 

To the right, and through the swinging door he

 Could see the moon, watching him, and the stars

Aligning more precisely than the customers in line. 


And then the shipments came in, more vegetables,

Meat, sustenance, and he watched as the birds dotted

The sky, flying by him, and he stared at the tuna on his

Butter knife, thinking of how it made him thirsty and 

He took a glass of water, but some tuna fell into it. 


And finally, after several hours of work, he watched

Customers flocking in the door, and he thought, maybe

They are pleased with the work that I have done. He smiled

At the men and women, coming in with baby boys and girls. 


By the seventh hour He finished the work He had been doing. 

He sat down, mopped his brow, proud of the sandwiches He had

Created, and left the sandwich shop, deciding to go to church. 


Christine Barba