The forest is a store.

Once, I sat in the doorway,

Neither haughty nor humble,

Waiting for it to welcome me in.

Then the night came,

And there was no light at the door.

I fear the darkness,

felt my way into the forest.

I stumbled

Like a phantom,

Wandering in the dark.

almost broke my face,

already broke my legs.

I went on and on.

When I was not aware,

The sunlight was like a water snake, 

gently twined

the neck of the forest.

It’s dawn.

Fog walks out of my eyes,

Into the world.