“Island in a Water” – POETREE

“Island in a Water“

by Michael Metzler Jr.

Behind my house, on the other 
Side of my garden,
There’s a hill, and through this hill
There is a burrow, that leads to a
Different somewhere.

I’m not certain
Where this certain somewhere is,
But it’s a place I like to go
When the sky clams up 
And the stars in outer space
Run away,
I think.

Down through my garden,
Passing rows of cauliflower,
Escorted by the bees
As they make their way from
Tree to tree.

Entering the tunnel, where the
Darkness comes to greet me
And I leave behind my garden
And my rows of apple trees.

The musty dampened clamor
Of the millions in the city
Square, pummeling each other
With their tongues, this
Noise.
Tries to reach me through the tunnel
But my tunnel doesn’t care.

Silence.

It’s then I sit on an island in a water
My reflection looking back
Into my soul.
And I become still.
Stiller than the water that
I’m sitting on. 

No one else knows of my 
Tunnel, or my 
Island on the water,
If they did, then I am sure
It would not be there
Anymore.

the end