Imagine this place existing
its volcanic oddly rock- and steam-filled terrain
the blackest beach offering amber and purple stones
so starkly opposed to the great blue sea surrounding
so other-wordly carved and colored
compared to the rolling fields
of the places I’ve known.

In a time when travel was an even greater endeavor
    than our 24-hour saga to get to this quaint AirBnb
Who would have known
how different some other place could be?
And who would have thought to ask?
How privileged we are to be able to say,
    “I’ve never been there.
    I’ve no reason to.
    Let’s go!”

The space and mobility of this life
    astounds me.
Our collective world has grown exponentially
even since my childhood
    of internet-less news
    and anxiously-awaited snail mail.

There is so much to see
Some much space to be covered
    – so quickly
    – so easily
But still
Should we?
In another life
I’d never have seen these blocky mountains
    towering over this horse-dotted terrain.
Is it better to know the vast expanses as a visitor?
Or what is closest at heart, at home?