“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.