Poem #11: Greenland exists, doesn’t it?

So many places to visit…in my mind’s imagination. Yet…
Before Lockdown, there were excuses: expenses, time, obligations and the list goes on. And on.
Or, you just book a ticket and travel. That was me.

Now, I sit quietly and imagine …
that I am in Greenland.
Is it green?
I don’t speak their language.
How do I manage?
Kindness and graciousness, just like everyday life.
Clean air, healthy living.

When must I go home?
Fire up your imagination and please join me.

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