The Tunnel Poem by John Paul Butler

I stroll down this road
That l have traversed so many times
And in various ways
At different points in my life
Today it's claustrophobic
Enclosed like a tunnel
The misty trees either side hang over
Low as a shroud of flesh

But on meandering its length
My mind wanders
Musing on days when the trees are bare
A sky wide open
And l'm at the heart of the rib cage
Like an animal trapped
After death
And yet so ecstatic there