Question

1. This poem is about
O a road trip
travellers and their co-passengers.
O a foreign land.
the journey of life.​

Answer 1

Answer:

I envy those who envy me for traveling.

Sometimes I sit on a foreign street in a busy cafe,

imagining you wishing you were here,

feeling for the first time the thrilling flush

of wanting to be elsewhere,

the frisson of happiness that wishes bring.

And so I sit quietly knowing that now

it’s time to figure out just what it is

I meant to do here.