Where you don’t reach

There’s lot to soak in, if one lets in

Opening minds dormant wings

Walk to the edge and far beyond

Where cabs don’t reach

Nor eateries serve

No hot water runs, in absent taps

Just clear or muddy streams

There’s wilderness waiting

Far across

Deep in the woods, on craggy lands

On the mountain slopes, on grassy lands

No signposts to tell, where you are

Where no one guides

No one can

For beyond the tourist spots

There’s a tour

Where you don’t reach

But become one of it’s, tiny part