It’s not really dangerous here,
It’s just
that everyone has left.

They had no place to go,
but they left anyway,

eager to escape the recurring seasons
that haunt us each year again and again.

Clouds of flies in just one part of the woods.
So we can’t pass through.

On the other side the tiny streams are crowded with fish
pushing their way upstream, relentless, gazing,
at least they know where to go.

Every journey begins with uncertain hopes,
when you give up on the destination you know
you’re at last on you way.

There is a tunnel from the mountain to the city.
It’s on the map but no one can go through.
It runs for hundreds of miles.
No one will let you in.
No one will let you out.
It’s the only way to get there from here.  [6]