From the land of Emerald Isle, where
leprechauns and pots of gold are legends,
a letter was written in neat scribble
conveying homesick and longing for
the sun, mangoes, and bustling chaos.
Sent to Dar es Salaam in Tanzania.
The mailman pitied her and deviated:
bring back rays of sun from Tasmania,
stop for mangoes in Brunei Darussalam,
and give her the chaos of return to sender.
* This is a true story of what happened to a letter I sent to Tanzania while residing in Ireland. It was first sent to Brunei Darussalam then to Tasmania before returned to me.
** First published by Paper Poetry on Medium.