The Today Show, Monday November 17, 08:  An Anniversary Gift!

A year ago, I summited Mount Kilimanjaro (the largest free-standing mountain in the world), and I remain deeply emotional about the experience.  That the Today Show is able to share some of the sights, concerns, and feelings I have been privileged to know first-hand maked me excited, curious, and senimental.  What will viewers responses be?  How will Anne Curry and her crew make the climb with all the physical and health challenges it entails, beyond the demands of producing pre-recorded and live television segments?

Did Anne Curry and MSNBC check DocSusan’s Blog as part of their research before climbing Kilimanjaro?  DocSusan’s poetry and advice about the Kilimanjaro climbing experience gets lots of hits due to its on-the-spot reflections, recollections, and reasonings.

Please check out these popular Kilimanjaro-related blog entries:

• Kilimanjaro Imax Video (April 22, 2008)
• Lessons from KILIMANJARO (January 11, 2008)
• KILIMANJARO POETRY Continued (5): Poems 8 and 9 (of 9) (December 12, 2007)
• KILIMANJARO POETRY Continued (4): Poems 6 and 7 (of 9) (December 10, 2007)
• KILIMANJARO POETRY Continued (3): Poems 4 and 5 (of 9) (December 9, 2007)
• KILIMANJARO POETRY Continued (2): Poems 2 and 3 (of 9) (December 7, 2007)
• Climbing KILIMANJARO: A Life Changing Experience and Poetic Opportunity (Kilimanjaro Poem 1 of 9) (December 4, 2007)
• Climbing KILIMANJARO—Making it to the Top (December 2, 2007)

The Associated Press’s David Bauder reported on Anne’s (actual) climbing progress (shortly after setting out) on the weekend, in his piece, "Today" show’s Ann Curry struggling up Kilimanjaro. After seeing today’s live reporting from Anne, I wondered about timing. Was this really the optimum week for a safe, sure, and healthy summiting of the mountain?

Other "ends of the earth" explored by the Today Show Team:

• Matt Lauer:  The Blue Hole off the Coast of Belize

• Meredith Vieira:  Sydney Harbour, Australia

• Al Roker:  Iceland

Please, also, check out DocSusan’s other poetic blog entries about Tanzania (where Mount Kilimanjaro is located):

• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (9): Poems 15 and 16 (of 16) (January 8, 2008)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (8): Poem 14 (of 16) (January 5, 2008)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (7): Poem 13 (of 16) (January 2, 2008)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (6): Poem 11 and 12 (of 16) (December 30, 2007)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (5): Poems 9 and 10 (of 16) (December 26, 2007)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (4): Poems 6, 7, 8 (of 16) (December 23, 2007)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (3): Poem 5 (of 16) (December 20, 2007)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY Continued (2): Poems 3 and 4 (of 16) (December 17, 2007)
• TANZANIA Safari POETRY: Poems 1 and 2 (of 16) (December 14, 2007)

Poetry about other African safari experiences is included in the following blog entries:

• AFRICA Odyssey: Poetry on Safari—3 (May 10, 2007)
• AFRICA Odyssey: Poetry on Safari—2 (April 22, 2007)
• AFRICA Odyssey: Poetry on Safari—1 (February 6, 2007)

 

When I decided to travel to French Polynesia (where I am writing from now), I was well aware that this is a honeymoon/couples destination.  However, there are may other special celebrations to mark with big trips like this—birthdays, professional milestones, overcoming burnout. Or, quite simply it may be the right time to go somewhere/the realization of a dream.  If we have the health, strength, and good fortune to be able to do so, it’s important to seize opportunities, no over-analysis.  Live in the moment!  Last week, I was in hospital.  It was touch-and-go whether I’d be able to travel at all.  This reinforced to me, all the more, the necessity of brushing aside qualms about traveling solo.  

Can travel, will travel, and hope for the best!  Why should solo travelers be deprived of seeing places like Tahiti or Bora Bora, just because it’s not typical for them to be there?… I’m thrilled to be in the South Pacific right now!   Though I’ve been excited to view the wonders of this remarkable paradise, I do admit to having had time to reflect and wonder about issues solo travel stirs. Others have shared their stories about this. And, of course, I have many of my own.

Some people can travel alone.  Others cannot.  When choosing to travel solo—or having no option but to do so, certain factors matter.  These include:

1. Destinations: where you go and how you get there can make things easier (or not)
2. Tour operators:  select wisely
3. Personal coping/activity strategies
4. Personal expectations and tolerances
5. Personal gregariousness, charisma, and courage
6. Luck and timing:  co-travelers and environmental factors

For those who travel solo to get away from everything and everyone, this blog entry might appear ridiculous.  It is really intended for a growing (and, possibly, more embarrassed and silent) majority:  those who might, increasingly, be obliged to spend time alone, at home as well as on the road, like it or not.

Though it’s hard to accept, we live in a lonely and isolating world.  Ironically, Internet dating and big-city life can be counterproductive—lead to a lack of community feeling and less accountability/reliability.  From the outside, those who are in relationships would think it’s easy to meet and connect.  From the inside, those who are not in relationships will tell you it’s more difficult than it seems.  Many tire of the process, and those around them (especially if coupled) don’t, usually want to hear about it.  A lot give up along the way—would rather "settle" with someone who’s not really for them than endure the stigma and pain perpetual self-reliance can provoke.

Then, comes vacation time. The best things in life (vacations being no exception) are shared.  But, if you don’t have "significant others" in your life, what do you do?  Find a congenial "friend" who’s schedule, budget, and interests permit them to journey with you?  Or, stay home?  If you are optimistic, brave, adventurous, or resilient, the travel bug will win out and you’ll decide to go anyway.  Nevertheless, despite good intentions (unflagging courage and being properly organized and prepared) it’s hard, sometimes, not to feel inadequate or out of place, even if you are not.  

Don’t worry about what  others might think or say.  Probably, if they’re traveling as a twosome or en famille, they wouldn’t have the stamina of mind to go it alone, or enjoy!  And then there’s their squabbles.  Just because people are traveling together, it doesn’t mean that they are doing so happily.  Trips have been known to end relationships, rather than bring people closer!

TRAVELING SOLO:  Weighing the Options

1. Destinations:  where you go and how you get there can make things easier (or not)

• Where you’ve been before (and feel safe).
• Vacation/second homes (family or timeshare, where there’s familiarity/routine/other people).
• Package trips (where everything is organized and there’s less personal responsibility).
• Group trips (where interactive opportunities are part of the itinerary).
• Activity/adventure/cultural trips (where there’s a common goal and theme and/or group dynamic).
•  Conference(s)Seminars and their ad-ons (where the professional and personal can overlap).

2. Tour operators:  select wisely

• Those who offer solo traveler options (they’re not for "singles" per se, but don’t make singles feel uncomfortable).
• Those who are solo-sensitive (and provide incentives for those who, like it or not, are obliged to travel alone).
• Those who don’t charge single supplements (might alienate/discriminate/take advantage…).
• Those who welcome repeat business (and will try harder, however they can—every person mattering, not just every room).
• Those who are pet friendly.  (If you don’t have a human to travel with, you may want to take your pet).
• Those who realize that solo travelers are a market worth favoring—that solo travel shouldn’t just be the "privilege" of those who can pay the price (financially and/or emotionally).

3. Personal coping/activity strategies

Nothing worse than having others feel sorry for you, or appearing needy…

• Always have your own entertainments (in lieu of traveling companions who may not actualize):  books, magazines, handicrafts (knitting, paints, etc.), photographic equipment, Ipod, sports equipment., and, and, and…
•  Self-sufficiency. (Yikes!).  You might have noone to hold your place in the line, or watch your bag.   You also might not be able to run and get refreshments, or to the bathroom.  Be prepared:

- Carry snacks
- Go to the bathroom before you get off the plane, or train
- Travel light
- Know how to entertain yourself (as above)
- Know how to connect with co-travelers (who can be helpful) but be cautious
- Be prepared to not have to depend on anyone else for anything (thought getting photos taken of yourself, by strangers, can be challenging…)

If driving, staying awake and safety matter even more:  audio-entertainment, traveling at the best time of day for you, where you stop, nutrition, car maintenance/protection, and, and, and…

4. Personal expectations and tolerances

Be prepared to not have to depend on anyone else for companionship or favors.  How solos navigate in a non-solo crowd is personal.  We all have different (cap)abilities, as well as purposes for our journeys.  At home, it’s possible to hide from situations where you feel you might not fit in. On the road, you’re out in the open, and exposed to environments and happenings that can make you feel awkward/out-of-context (no shields).  Know your limitations, but also be prepared to stretch yourself.  Try new things, and ways to approach others.  Turn fears into opportunities!  At home, you know what to expect (most of the time).  On the road, you don’t always… Different cultures stimulate fresh  chances to grow and learn.  Embrace, enjoy, and be thankful!
 
5. Personal gregariousness, charisma, and courage

How you are at home may be how you are on vacation. How you are at home may not be how you are on vacation.   Some are quiet.  Some are not.  Some are approachable. Some are not. Some need to make extra efforts. Some do not.  A little success may go a long way.  Try and try again.  Use whatever skills and talents you have, or invent them.  Be open to possibilities and let travel help broaden your mind and ways of seeing and doing…  

6. Luck and timing:  co-travelers and environmental factors

Sense who your co-travelers are.  Some may be traveling together because they want quality time with each other.  These folks won’t welcome you joining them, at meals or in activities.  Others may enjoy meeting new people no matter what, and might welcome you with open arms. Some of the best (accidental) friendships are made on vacation!  Finally, there are those travelers who, may (unintentionally or not) find "strays" entertaining "filler" for an evening or an excursion.  Also, depending on where you are staying, and who else is staying there at the time, dining and excursions may offer ways to connect.  Tables which are open to anyone to join, and activities that don’t just cater for "twos" but offer "partner-providing" opportunities are bonuses (funny as it might seem)!

At time of booking, ask questions

• What your tour operator/destination (can or will) provide (if their single supplement offers something in return, like solo-sensitiviy).
• Without asking for specifics, check the demographic of other travelers (age, gender, social status, etc.)—If you will stand out from the crowd, or not.

Trip providers, please listen up.  Remember that tours and destinations that are solo-friendly (integrate solos with regular travelers) are often preferred by solo travelers.  Many don’t enjoy "singles’ trips" or activities per se—and that’s a whole other discussion as to why…

At time of booking, know your personal limitations

Try and stretch yourself wherever you can.  Nothing is ever perfect.  Attitude, effort, and intention count—for traveler and travel provider, alike!  That said, it’s nice for vacationers (who are paying) to have their stressors reduced where and however they can be!  

Trip providers, please listen up.  Remember, if you do charge a single supplement, try and give those paying it value for the extra money.  There’s always something creative or  considerate  that can be done (and it doesn’t have to cost).  A little thoughtfulness/kindness can go a long way!

 
More to follow on my French Polynesian adventure later in this blog.  What a spectacular part of the world!

All thoughts (for me) lead back to Kilimanjaro at some point.  Once you’ve completed this ascent, it’s hard to forget it.  I was thrilled to have a friend tell me about the OLN screening of the IMAX movie, To the Roof of Africa, March 16, 08.  Two things struck me about this movie, in particular.  Firstly, what wonderful weather conditions the group seemed to have!  (The struggle my own group had experienced against the elements was incomparable.)  Secondly, how right the guide, Jacob, was with his remark that Kilimanjaro is a place where ordinary people do extraordinary things—leave their everyday lives to stand in a place between heaven and earth.  Since every climb is unique (conditions, obviously, do vary) it’s important to be properly prepared:  tealize that the movie may make things look a little simpler than they might actually be for most, physically and emotionally. 

 

As you’ll see from the photos (above and below), Poopals, Lev and Sage, approve my new Animal Magic Collection.  And, they have their favorites!  To see more, please check out the Animal Magic/Artist Project Gallery.

 

Painting for The Artist Project, I have animalkind on my mind.  And, whatever is on one’s mind can pop up, by coincidence, in other places.  The leapyear edition of the Tonight Show (February 29) was a wild-animal enthusiast’s delight.  An avid cat-lover, Jay showed fearlessness romping and head-butting with a lion cub, massaging hyenas, and cuddling with baby leopoard-kind.  After backing off from a a mongoose, he wasn’t phased to see his stage "marked" by a feline guest who was just doing what animals do. Even human guest human, Patricia Arquette, was coaxed to talk about her fondness for dickdicks—interesting to her because they mate for life and always poop in the same spot.  In just moments, Dave Salmoni’s animal parade, Patricia Arquette’s explanations, and Jay Leno’s playful jests had transported me back to the African bush. I felt truly privileged to have been able to see all animal types in their natural settings—and to be painting some of them now.  Jay Leno proved his versatilitiy and power yet again.  No wonder the media is abuzz as to what he’s going to be doing next, and at what price.  The Tonight Show (and painting into the wee hours) won’t be the same without him!

I’m thrilled to be contacted by those who enjoy my poetry. Earlier this month, Susan Kusel, of the Wizards Wireless Blog, wrote to ask permission to include excerpts from my Kilimanjaro series on her "Poetry Friday." Her brother, Russ, was due to climb Kilimanjaro, and she wanted to provide him with inspiration. How wonderful! Last week, after Russ returned from his successful ascent, Susan posted her own poem to honor his journey. Comments back to both blog posts, by readers, and Russ, himself, were, affirming, touching, and thought-provoking. Siblinghood at its best!

 

Traditionally, if you search on-line, the Florence Biennale has had mixed reviews.  Having now participated, personally, I feel somewhat qualified to share pros and cons.  My You Tube video interview was filmed on Day 4, and focuses on the positive (though we are still waiting for the Biennale folks to post it).  This blog entry considers the whole picture (no pun intended).

Let’s stress the positive (in random order):

1.   Abundant networking opportunities between artists
2.   A live how-to guide for how to show your artwork (or not)
3.   A chance to discover what’s hot (possible) and what’s not, in art, and beyond
4.   An extended stay in Florence (and not as a tourist)
5.   Web presence enhancement (through participation)
6.   Time out from the studio—chance to taste "la dolce vita"
7.   General public’s feedback—international audience
8.   Connections made with viewers passing through
9.   Networking locally (in Florence)
10. Opportunities for commissions, sales, shows
11. International perspective and acknowledgment
12. Personal development opportunities

Familiar common complaints (in random order):

1.   Not enough visitors (likely not helped by time of year)
2.   Difficult layout and unfair allocation of display spaces
3.   Inadequate local publicity and attendance
4.   Most judges more aloof than approachable
5.   Select work given attention by judges, much of the rest ignored
6.   Certain presenters stood out, others had listeners walking out
7.   Environmental conditions challenging (heat, air, light…)
8.   Display equipment challenging (not flattering to artwork)
9.   Snack bar (food and service) not as expected for Italy
10. Many better works weren’t considered for prizes  
11. Too many artist-participant expenses and frustrating "administrivia"
12. Too much sitting around for artists who stayed on site

Those who go back again (participate in subsequent Biennales) demonstrate they’re not concerned with the glitches.  Those who don’t, have either been put off the first time, or simply can’t participate again for a myriad of other reasons.  In a world, and at a time, when fresh possibilities arise daily, pros, cons, and alternatives are reviewed carefully—as are first-hand accounts.  No matter what’s been considered disappointing about the Biennale, there’s still a lot of good to be said about it.  The opportunity to follow-through on the invitation to show at such an epic event comes to most of us only once.

In an ealier blog entry, I explained how preparing for the Biennale likely enabled me to complete the Kilimanjaro climb.  Now, having completed the Biennale, I realize that the Kilimanjaro climb might have helped me to make the most of participating at the Biennale.

 

(Photo:  those who made it to the top of Kilimanjaro, with self and guide) 

Even though my Kilimanjaro climb is less recent, certain lessons from it are memorable.  These include:

1.   Better sustain the cold
2.   Bathe less extravagantly
3.   Economize on clothes and possessions
4.   Stop clock-watching
5.   Take things more slowly
6.   Observe and listen
7.   Not fuss about comfort and convenience
8.   Require less sleep
9.   Sleep in uncomfortable conditions
10. Eat more simply and be less picky
11. Not need news from elsewhere
12. Take time out from electronics (TV, Internet, cell, etc.)
13. Push self further and harder, and not complain or avoid
14. Get less flustered about externals/what can’t be changed
15. Focus, no distraction, whereever and whenever
16. Chat with strangers and hear their stories
17. Open up to seizing the moment
18. Get back to basics (with everything!)
19. Assess what really matters
20. Be more fearless

Just like New Year’s resolutions, lessons learned on the trail can be hard to follow long-term, especially when there’s so many of them (and potential obstacles).  Though everyday hastles aren’t exactly the same as chance-in-a-lifetime climbing challenges, circumstances and reactions mightn’t be too different!

Poems 15 and 16 provide closure to my Tanzanian travels—reveal their legacy and an after-trip evaluation of sorts.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)  Next, I’ll share the lessons of Kilimanjaro, which, I believe, helped prepare me for the Florence Biennale experience!

15.  From JRO to YYZ

It wasn’t paradise
But it was very nice

To feel, do, see without a care
In the moment
Just to be there

Coming home, not as fun
Things have changed
Inspiration won

No more half-measures
New ideas as treasures

Different perspective
More reflective

Attitude of mind
No longer to be left behind

Taking chances out of reach before
Fresh possibilities
Wide open door

Wanting more
Needing less

Pushing harder
Evaporating stress

What matters
Finding happiness

Goals simplified
Reality intensified.

16.  Trip Evaluation

Missed what was in front  
When looking behind

Missed what was within
When looking without

Regrouping, regathering
Soaping up and lathering

Coming home’s been a process
Messages mixed
Needing to be fixed

Coming home’s been a rebirth

Opportunities to do not as before
Paving the way for a whole lot more

Magic in the moment
Risk ahead of reason

Adventure needs to live
So much to give

Magic in the moment
Life is short

If we don’t do it soon
Chance is we never will

Staying with the feeling of the climb
Not wanting to run out of time

Need to make it to the top again
No matter when

No more struggle
No more muddle

Some know how
Others know now

Never want to say
I knew then

Power of doing
No more brewing

Living each new day
In a special way

Recognizing what’s good
The important understood.

 

 
Poem 14 was written on the journey home.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

14.  2 Degrees C in Toronto—Light Snow Falling

It’s a long way back from Africa
Dreams fade to realities
Magical moments diluted in airports

Travel companions shift gear
Though you’d like to hold them near

What’s been put on hold has time to unfold

2 degrees Celsius in Toronto, light snow falling
Announcement on landing

Welcome back to a world where simple pleasures easily lose focus
Ready to journey away again

Planning for what, where, when
Already.

 

Poem 13 describes final game sightings, heralding the trip’s conclusion.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

13.  Day 9

Penultimate game drive
Not as alive

Sightings less prolific
Nothing scientific

Simply, the end of the trip is nigh
Almost time to say goodbye

From more to less populous parks
Expectations and excitement, less sparks

Nature full of wonder
At the right place
In the right moment

We’ve felt it
We’ve been there
We long for it
We’ll remember it

Big beast of a jeep
Adrenaline rush
Hush!

Two cheetahs to the right
Lolling under a tree
New feeling of glee

When it’s over it’s over
Or so you think

"Hakuna Matata!"
Staying cool helps

"Caribou!"
A welcome that lasts

A family of giraffes to the left
Mother, father, three calves

Gracefully and elegantly close our trip
Of magic a real sip.

 

Poems 11 and 12 describe personalities we met along the way—highlight less typical cultural exchanges and adaptations.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

11.  Safari—Day 7

Bats by night
Bows by day

Our last tented camp
Another sleep entertained rest
Malarone dreams, the best

Wildlife squawking and screeching
Tent solid
No breaching

Electricity and water rationed
Camp hostess impassioned

Lovely Argentinean married to German
Children speak Swahili

A goddess in beads and white linen
Male travelers’ heads spinen

With the Hadzabe tribe they get to strut their stuff
Shoot arrows—just enough

Another cultural exchange

Bracelets and necklaces at a price
Reciprocity nice

Journey back
Dust hard to swallow.

12.  Safari—Day 8

Masai village resort
A transitional place
Others set the pace

Texan in charge
Enables aspiring talent to live large

Neither country nor city folk
A different life they know

A cultural exchange, quick training
Everyone gaining…or not

Masai musicians and acrobats at dinner
Later they guard our rooms
With spears, not brooms

What are they thinking?
What are we thinking?

Merging the ancient with the modern
The affluent with the down-trodden

Begging inevitable
Who are the culpable?

A future that’s hard to surge
Paths diverge

For me, not a happy feeling
We lie in our cozy beds at night
Their experience, more of a fight.

 
Poem 9 explains how campers’ fatigue had set in.  Poem 10 describes a more active way of taking in the landscape and meeting its people—cycling.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

9.  Safari—Day 6

Chips, spaghetti, canned veg and mince
Usually food that would make me wince

Last tented lunch
Ready to munch

At this point
Anything tastes good
Stomach understood.

10.  Safari—Day 7

African biking
Like its hiking

Dust, gravel, and rocks
Patience and caution
With the posterior so much contortion

The morning wind makes the awkward feel easy
A ride that’s surprisingly breezy

But, then comes the midday sun
For now, nature has won

After lunch under a shady tree
Enough for me

Banana stop
Chapatti stop
Along the way, lost en route, the momentum to stay

Village children draw near
No fear
Our food they’ll hold dear

And so our uneaten lunch we pack into a box
Gently, sweetly, the little ones share
Then comes the fox
Out of his lare

Village bully grabs what he can
That wasn’t our plan

The afternoon sun scorches
Our support vehicle hot as torches

A puncture needs to be fixed
Another adventure
Nothing nixed

Another day in Africa
Luxuriating in the moment
Not thinking about what might be elsewhere
Details swirl, but no heavy care.

 

Poems 6, 7, and 8 describe experiences in the Ngorongoro Crater area, where wildlife was more sparse and a slight safari-fatigue was manifesting.  (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

6.  Safari—Day 4

Into the crater we go
Flat topped Acacias
Then burnt brush
Followed by a nothingness

Hush, hush

An arid plain
Wind blowing
Few animals showing

A solitary ostrich struts her stuff
Finally a photo op.
No fears

Two old lions peruse
One ready to snooze
The other leaves to wander
Has us gazing yonder

A couple of bull elephants take a drink
"They’re old," our guide tells us
That this is a retirement area, it makes us think

Today, the energy’s not there
Day four, our expectations higher, for more to see
But that’s not reality

The Serengetti had us in another place
A faster pace
Multiple herds
More than just a trace.

7.  Monkey Picnic

Monkey picnic
Very slick

Jeeps move in
Monkeys too

Closed the roof too late
Monkey in
Monkey out
No time to hesitate
Monkey see
Monkey do

Cookies from the front seat gone
Greedy monkey eats every one

Other monkeys surround
No contest
He knows how to play the round

And soon the pack is gone

Working each hand
He makes a stand

A snarl as the camera nears
Really upped my fears

Bold male
Cannot fail

Young mother near
But away they steer

Tiny babies suckle
One of nature’s wonders
We chuckle.

8.  Afternoon Drive

Look and you shall see
If it’s meant to be

Pressure on to find a Rhino
Or, to let it go

An on the way, so much more found
By chance
Hyenas, Flamingos, Wildebeest abound

From a distance,Rhino finally spotted
Photos taken of profile

Though not close
Of excitement provides a dose.

 

Poem 5 describes the most potent people experience—with the Masai. (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

5.  Masai

Masai Masai everywhere

Truck in ditch
Makes them rich

One jeep pulls over to help another
Then smother smother

Children on backs of other children
The breast fed
The underfed
The snottied nose
The rings on toes

Picture, picture
Bracelet, bracelet

Haraka, haraka
Quickly, quickly

Little girls pushing sales
Make interesting tales.

Three or free
Hard to understand

From our end
Nothing planned
Clearly a routine
Can’t be mean

Dust fills the air
Nearly there

Tow chain breaks
Up go the stakes

3 jeeps hooked together
Now drizzly weather

2 pet dogs play
While in the company of the Masai we stay

Fantasies of passing the night in their huts
Could think of worse ruts

Small change spent
Time for the sinking sand to relent

Spontaneous visit done
A lot of fun
Everyone won.

 

Poems 3 and 4 are the second two Serengeti poems. (Please don’t forget to check out the other Tanzania Safari Poetry blog posts before and after this one.)

3.  Safari—Day 3/1

Warm breeze
Flapping tails
Zebras relaxing
Nothing taxing

A third game drive
The bush comes alive

Golden glow of changing light
Snow far out of site

Clear pale blue sky
Faint dustings of clouds

Another day in the life of the bush
Hush, hush

Jeep chatter
It really doesn’t matter

Nature all around
Not a sound

Waiting for something to be
Scouring for something to sight

A fight
A kill
Whatever will

Procreation
Defecation
Sensation
Elation

Ours or theirs?

Worries and cares
This hour we have none
Except with nature
To be at one.

4.  Safari, Day 3/2

From vegetation
To arid plain

From pale blue skies
To billowing clouds

From brush
to rocks

Hush in the jeep
The talkative one’s asleep

Too much excitement for one morn’
Lion cubs newly born and suckling
Lionesses devouring prey
Nothing very far away

Buffalo resting under trees
Buffalo drinking, not thinking
Diet coke can floating down stream
Garbage in a wilderness shattering a dream

Driving fast to leave the park
The vista becomes more stark

A tree here and there
Impala without a care
It’s shade they share

Alone or en groupe
They’re quite a troop

Then nothing for a while
Till jamming of breaks
Up go the stakes

Cheetah under tree

National Geographic yellow jeep
Wide angled lens pops out
Not a peep.

 

Many Kilimanjaro climbs are followed by a safari, and ours was no exception.  Also, poetic reflections kept on coming, and will be included in the blog posts immediately following.  You might also like to look back at my other poetic safari experiences from 2006:  general observations, as well as those specific to experiences in Botswana and Zambia. 

The 16 poems from the Tanzania trip have slightly different emphases and perspectives. Though there are many aha moments, the magic of first-time marveling isn’t quite as pronounced.  Also, having just climbed Kilimanjaro, any experience, no matter how special, is hard to juxtapose.

All 16 poems will be posted chronologically (over 9 blog pieces, which includes this one).  The first four poems were written in the Serengeti, which, for me, was the most potent wildlife experience. 

Poems 1 and 2 are the first two Serengeti poems.

1.  Safari, Day 2

The chorus starts well before dawn
Songs and signals
The volume rises

And still it’s dark outside
Beyond our tents so many animals hide

It’s their space
Not ours
We’re visitors here

Zipped in for the night
Nothing should we fear

Escort with bow an arrow led the way
And, in our tents, we’re supposed to stay

Window canvas open, mesh protecting
A dark clear sky is all we see
Starry, starry, starry night.

2.  Safari Recap—Day 1 - 2

Antelope, gazelles, jackals
Warthogs, lions with cubs
Hyenas and leopard
Elephants, giraffes, zebra
Wildebeest
Hippos, swallows, vultures…

To name but some that we saw
A thirst for more

And, disappointed we weren’t
Next day, a whole day drive
The feeling of being so alive

Watching in wonder and awe
Just as you thought you’d seen the best
Then came more

Dead zebra and hypo
Natural deaths

Dead jackal
Road kill

Wounded and bloodied zebra
Lion kissed but missed

Another lion charging for prey
Not fast enough
All ran away

At the watering hole they knew what to do
Flap their tails, grunt, and cry
None of them were going to die

Solitary bull giraffes
Gave us interesting views
But, a herd of elephants, our very best news

Monkeys preened
Baboons watched over lionesses and their cubs

Tourist-contained jeeps gathered in hubs

Hippos—a hundred or more
Wallowing in their pooh
The biggest outdoor loo

Crocodiles and birds provided picturesque backdrops
So many stops!
A Hamerkop’s giant nest
Oxpacka birds’ symbiosis with giraffes

So many herds
So many terds.

 
The two poems that follow look at transitioning back to reality—our own world of others and the Tanzanian roadscape that we found ourselves traveling through (Kilimanjaro, behind and above the clouds and the meaning it may imbue, personally and locally).

8.  Explaining to Others

Explaining to others
Is hard to do

The pain, the gain
The fight, the plight

The keeping going
The inner knowing

The turning of day into night
And night into day

Snow, ice, wind
Burned our faces
Wounds as traces

We know we were there
Our bodies too

But, pinch me now
To put into words
That others can understand

Peek experiences
Intended to be shared

Special moments are private
But things done together
No matter the weather
Give other rewards

A chance of a lifetime experience
Something to hold dear
Especially when others with you have been near.

9.  On the Road

Dust and dirt
Fumes and noise

Back to a reality of sorts

The adventure continues

Skinny goats and cows
Bones protruding

Roadside huts and store fronts
Locals milling
Even for a shilling

Coca Cola clearly the drink of choice
Celtel the monopoly for text and voice

The two biggest advertisers influence
But, where’s the opulence?

You decide

Rich dyes and prints
Each unique
Make wonderful clothes

Women with basket trays of bananas on head
Make a colorful scene
As do their children
School uniforms pristine

About the rest
It’s hard to know yet

Smiles on faces
Police checkpoints enforced

An order amid chaos
Slowly, slowly—pole, pole

Donkeys travel the same road as cars
But many locals walking and talking
Active and out there

Not the most progressive place in the world
But, does that matter?

Western eyes quick to judge
Western minds quick to nudge

Leave these people be
If they’re in harmony

The vibrancy of the plants say it all
Potted for purchase on the curbside
Jacarandas high above
A haze of blue and mauve

Bougainvillea
Dashes of pink
Makes you think.

 
The following two poems look at impact:  after-climb thoughts and reflections.

6.  Day 8—After Climb

Up there
Down here

Down here
Up there

Losing the fear

What once seemed difficult
Might not longer be

What once was out of reach
Attainable in reality

2 days on
The climb is but a dream

2 days on
Thoughts of home flow in

The wanting to stay in this space
Not that

The wanting more time away
Just to play

The wanting to shift
From an environment that doesn’t gel
Where the air is stale
And people pale

The wanting to be in the now, not just today
Feel alive in every way

Vital, intense, passionate, active
The Kili climb reminded me…

Who I was and how I can be.

7.  Day 8—Camaraderie

With some you can
And others you can’t

With some you will
And others you won’t

There’s no knowing who, where, what, when
Except by how you feel
And what you’re enabled to do

The right group
At the right time
In the right moment

Being confident of others around
Made everything feel sound

Knowing we were on the same team
Made hurdles a dream

Familiar and not
About each other we learned a lot

But, oh so much more to know

Seeds of friendship to grow
Or, just right for the circumstance

A special connection, no matter what
A great beginning
Kindred spirits as they are
Not fancied up in a jar

Bonds that’ll mature
Or, bonds that’ll slow?

Magic and mystery surround
Coincidence and luck abound

Staying open is what counts

Continuing onward, upward, forward
No markings on the trail ahead
Spontaneity instead.

 
The first of the next two poems describes approaching the final ascent.  The second records having made it to the top.

4.  Day 5

Nearly there
In the world without a care
Except getting there

What an accomplishment to make it
Real and raw
No way to fake it

What a dream to be above the clouds
See the winding paths we have traveled

Step by step
Minute by minute
Ache by ache
We’re closer to our goal

This time tomorrow
Pole by pole
To the top of Kili we’ll stroll

Winded, worn, and wary
There’ll be nothing scary

What a climb
What a rhyme
Just in time

To complete something others don’t dare to try
Cautiously
Carefully
And with a sigh

What an opportunity
A privilege
A gift

From doing nothing else there can be such a lift

In the moment
Or telling what was
No need for any because

And, what comes next
Who knows?

Applying lessons learned along the Machame Way
To a very different N. American every day.

5.  Day 6, Kili Ascent:  Success

Strong in body
Strong in mind

Strong in mind
Strong in body

To do things out of the ordinary
In ways that are extraordinary

To watch others trying them too

Those who can
Those who can’t

Those who could
Those who would

Those who did.

 
The two poems that follow here are mid-climb, on a long Day 4.

2.  Kilimanjaro, Day 4/1

Equal when challenged
Challenged when equal

The day is long
The body becomes strong

And so too the mind

Others’ responses you can’t always gage
Except with Kilimanjaro as stage

Those who like to talk
And those who don’t

Those who give signals in other ways
A posture, a glance, a shrug
Even a little tug

Camaraderie versus competition
Encouragement versus criticism
Affection versus rejection

A group spirit endures
To everyone, a round of applause.

3.  Kilimanjaro, Day 4/2

Candy wrappers show the way
Who would have thought?
Toilet paper marks the spot
Who would have known?
Cell phone signals around most bends
Who would have guessed?

All true—no jest

Then there’s nature…

Volcanic scree
Treacle scented flowers
Cactus palms that look like people
Caves and rocks
Clouds moving in and out
And through the mist, a burst of blue
The bluest blue you’ve ever seen
In reality, or on screen

A movie this climb is not
It’s so much more

Altitude sickness
Drug reactions
Freezing cold
And outdoor toilets
Offer experiences never had before

The challenge
The fear
The relief
The satisfaction

Each has its place and time

Nearly there
Nearly there
Pole, pole
Slowly, slowly

The final ascent is but 24 hours away
Oh what a day—though it’ll be night through early morn’

Each trail we’ve taken to get to this point
Has tested every joint

The long, the short, the in between

And now the even longer
For the even stronger

The will is there
And so is the way

Pole, pole
Slowly, slowly
The best plan
Woman or man

Contrary to the N. American way
Something to remember
A take-home gift with which to play.

 

Climbing Kilimanjaro was truly a life-changing experience—one I’ve been savoring almost daily since returning.  Some of the details are fading and the final hours of the ascent are a little sketchy.  Only talking with those who were there with me helps, and explaining to others properly is difficult sometimes.  However, from Day 3 of the climb, my wordscapes (poetic ramblings) started up, and I’m very glad to have them to look back at now.  These are where I record details and  feelings in the moment (or shortly afterwards). Even those who weren’t with us on the climb, I’ve found, have the opportunity to get a better sense of what transpired by giving this poetic journal a quick look.   

All poems will be entered chronologically.  The first Kilimanjaro poem is included below, and eight more will be divided between the next four blog posts.

1.  Kilimanjaro, Day 3

No I can’t
Yes I can

No I won’t
Yes I will

Climbing the mountain
Or going to the bathroom
Hesitation
Then elation

Every sensation counts
Tension mounts

Nothing to worry about
Except getting there

About the rest of life
Not a care

The body is what matters
All its pitter-patters

From drug reactions
Tingles and jingles
To rumblings and mumblings

Food and drink
Give us a lot to talk about
As do other folk along for the climb

The mood is high
Pain we want to deny

The humor is good
Most jokes understood

Personalities emerge
Memories surge

Our reality is the now we are in

Nights are cold
Sleep interrupted

Dreams in pieces
Time to think or not

Just the packing
Unpacking
Sorting
And rearranging
Gives us enough to do

Onward and up
We hope to go
Nausea, headaches and all
A thought to appall

The mind is willing
Challenged
The body too

Can we, will we?
Yes please!
Thrill me.

I’ve developed an interesting (and practical) habit of being in one place but posting blog entries about another.  When my paintings shipped to Florence at the end of October, in preparation for the December Florence Biennale, I shipped myself to Africa (Tanzania).

It was a long-time special dream to be able to climb Kilimanjaro, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I, or the the mountain, would have to realize it.  What perfect timing to get out of the mind and into the body!  After 10 months of uninterrupted painting and related duties, I was ready for a different type of physical challenge—something I didn’t know would test my mental and emotional strength too.  

If you look back to my blog entries for the end of October, 07, you’ll notice the one from the 24th is entitled Endurance, and the one from the 28th is entitled Stamina.  Ironic!  On reflection, I’m clear that my best training for climbing Kilimanjaro might have been painting for the Florence Biennale! Please check out my Candid Artist Ramblings list, posted on my birthday/rebirth (October 19), the day I set out for Africa.  My sudden and acute awareness of transferable skills and attitudes has been eye-opening and educational since.  

I wasn’t the fittest person in the group, I also hadn’t done enough (almost any) training.  So, how did I make it to the top (be in the 50% who do, and the only woman among peers)?  I think three factors helped:  

1. I had the proper clothing (and wore it)—really took time to organize packing and followed all formal instructions from guidebooks and informal instructions from travellers who’d succeeded previously.

2. I didn’t try to be clever or take chances in any way—used poles, ate and hydrated well, listened to the guides in going "pole, pole" (slowly, slowly), and took the necessary meds.  Thank you Diamox (altitude sickness inhibitor)!  Even though this drug made my hands and feet tingle relentlessly, it was a very good friend and support.  

3.  I didn’t go on the climb with the idea that I had to make it all the way.  I was aware that I might not have the capacity to do so, and could forgive myself weaknesses.  Competition was not what this journey was about for me.  It was more of a spiritual quest about being there and experiencing whatever was meant to be—and accepting it, while still fit and young enough to get myself over there.  

The lead-up days to the final ascent were a honeymoon of sorts.  The final ascent was a whole different story—nothing similar—the most challenging physical endeavor I have ever faced (and no one had informed me about properly).  What kept me going on the final ascent?  Three gifts:

1. The camaraderie of those with whom I was climbing and our attentive guides.  

2. The not knowing what was coming next and not having been prepared for the worst—being in a situation I could do nothing about and just getting on with it.

3.  The not-giving up factor, once I was so close, and because there was no real reason to.  How could I go down (in still bad weather conditions) if I hadn’t made it up?  We’d been climbing for six days and, at the 11th hour, I couldn’t justify turning back. It was the same way down if you made it up or not,  and I couldn’t find a good enough reason to turn around.  Not thinking about what I was actually doing or the discomfort of continuing also helped.  Automatic movements and focusing on other thoughts—and struggles—became a lot more meaningful and empowering. I acknowledged that I never really give up, no matter how awful the task is, making the climb a metaphor for so much more.

For the last hour I wept my way up, partly out of pain, partly out of emotion—maybe more out of emotion. I couldn’t turn off my tears or howls. The tears froze and the howls got absorbed by the wind.  The feelings were intensely private.  But, as discussed later with climbing peers, appropriately universal.  These guys had had their own emotional releases too!  Reaching the top, we all embraced.  It was a magical moment in a glacial wonderland where we were too cold and tired to take photos or stick around.

On October 29, 07, back in Moshi, I was able to check e-mail, and saw that a friend had forwarded a New York Times Sunday Magazine feature article by Tom Bissell about his own Kilimanjaro climb, "Up the Mountain Slowly, Very Slowly." It had been published the day before, on October 28, 07.  What a coincidence!  And, even more interesting, Bissell had been based in Rome, pre-trip—unable to fully-prepare himself, either…

Today is very special for those of us invited to show our artwork at the Florence Biennale (07 edition).  It’s taken over a year to prepare and it’s hard to believe this Olympics for artists is finally here.  But, if you look at the images below, you’ll see that it’s true.  This is the entrance to the Fortezza, with posters announcing the event.

 

And, here is my freshly uncrated exhibit, "Buon Appetito!" (with crates infront).

 

 

I arrived in Florence a few days ago, on a picture perfect morning, sunny but crisp, and had a magnificent view of the snow-filled Alps on the flight from Munich.  Not a big skier, but this snowscape made me want to be! 

 

 

And, it came after a spectacular sunrise.

 

 

Of course, photos taken at altitude throuh a plane window, don’t do justice to what’s seen live.  But, it’s always fun to share them.

While I’m a little preoccupied with this new chapter of the Biennale adventure, upcoming blog entries will reveal what has refreshed and empowered me since finishing painting "Buon Appetito!" in September—an extra special visit to Africa at the end of October.  The photo below provides a clue as to where.  (Please remember to click on the images to enlarge them.)

 

 

 
June, 2006, I went on safari—an opportunity of a lifetime. While the camera clicked, so did my mind. I’d not "wordscaped" (escaped with words/written poems) since my book, Poetic Wisdom:  Revealing and Healing (1998). But, patrolling the bush by jeep, the urge returned full force. I saw no other way to jot down experiences of the moment, treasures not to be forgotten. Though I took too long to type up these poetic souvenirs after the trip ended, the delay has had advantages. On review, this poetry puts me back in the moment—that moment—seeming to stand the test of time. Now, I’m curious to know others’ responses to it…

My first group of poems, written in  Bostswana, were posted in this blog’s February 6, 2007 entry. My second group of poems were created in Zambia and were posted in this blog’s April 22, 2007 entry.

This final group of poems were created at different stages of the trip. The first four consider the transition from safari/vacation to "regular life" and what’s going to be missed.  The last two show the importance of congenial travel companions—especially on safari—and what can happen when they’re distracting/ed.

 

1. Bush Perfumes

Bush perfumes
I miss you
Rosemary, Sage, and more
The breathing clearly
The feeling soothed
The energy not usually felt

Bush perfumes
I miss you
Along with the sands
And other sensual treats
You can’t bring home in a photo

Hippos, frogs, lions, monkeys
You made my nights more interesting
Your wallowing,  croaking, crying, or screeching
I’d take them anytime

Horns, brakes, sirens, alarm bells
And the odors that accompany them
Aren’t a fair trade
Nature versus manmade.

2. In the Moment

Beyond past, present, or future
Appreciating the now
Open to the wonders of how
Giving distance to hurts
Grounding self
Not anxious to go back
Navigating the trivia co-travellers remind me of
Savor the privilege and power of "here"
And happy I can take it "there."

3. Heat on my Face

A perfect place and space
Hard to travel away
Really want to stay
A vacation that will feel like a dream
In a week, that’s how it will seem
A vacation you don’t want to have end
The hurts of reality start to mend
And then you’re back
Will things be the same, or different?
An energy to take away
Please, please, let the magic stay
The heat on my face as reminder
Please, please, please, seeking an everyday that’s kinder.

4. Escort

After dark
And even by day
You’re encouraged to have an escort
Anyway

In the bush you never know
Which predators lurk
And, if you’re from other parts
They can come at you, fast as darts

But, in the bush, with or without escorts
I never had fear
What would be, would be
The animals weren’t really after me

Back in the city, it’s another matter
There’s a lot of patter
Anxiety in the street and at home
It’s not any easier or safer to roam

Escort free, there’s only me
…and I never feel free.

5. Two Safaris

The terrain is clear
As the American gals near
From nature there’s a lot to learn
But some never will

Nature’s gifts aren’t only animals
They’re environmental too
But, it’s rush, rush, rush
Missing the changing shapes and colors of the land, sky, and flora

We’re first, we’re fastest, we’re the best
Everyone else "sucks!"
A group dominated by phobias, fears, and follies
Child-like women without their material crutches
 
Issues better left at home
But they bring them here
A world apart, for which they show little heart

Bitter, competitive, damaged
They think they have a point to  make—always
But the animals don’t want to hear
Co-travellers neither

The cackles and colorful clothes
The vying for attention
A sacred experience tarnished
By she whose nails are varnished.

6. Shopping Mad

On and on and on
From game to gain
Bargain to bargain
Contagion in the group
Quite a troop

Some start slowly
Others copy
Some haggle
Others pay full price
Everything, right now, is nice

Bags bursting
New bags bought
How to ship?
No worries
Tourists in flurries

Weight and size restrictions no longer matter
Very welcome commercial patter
More and better
More and cheaper
Special or not
Most buy a lot

The closer to departure
The greater the activity
Sensation
Desperation

Back to materialism
Competitiveness
Oblivion

The magic of the trip eclipsed
Commercialism might have it nixed
A few carefully selected souvenirs, or greed
Whatever it is, the journey home has begun.

p.s.  For more recent African Poetry, please check out blog entries about DocSusan’s Kilimanjaro Cimb (9 poems) and Tanzania Safari (16 poems).  The two new series were started December 2, 2007.

 

June, 2006, I went on safari—an opportunity of a lifetime. While the camera clicked, so did my mind. I’d not "wordscaped" (escaped with words/written poems) since my book, Poetic Wisdom: Revealing and Healing (1998). But, patrolling the bush by jeep, the urge returned full force. I saw no other way to jot down experiences of the moment, treasures not to be forgotten. Though I took too long to type up these poetic souvenirs after the trip ended, the delay has had advantages.

On review, this poetry puts me back in the moment—that moment—which seems to stand the test of time. Now, I’m curious to know others’ responses to it.  My first group of poems, written in Bostswana, were posted in this blog’s February 6, 2007 entry. My second group of poems were created in Zambia and appear below, in this entry.

 

1. Victoria Falls

A true wonder of the world
My heart opens
Hoping for transformations

That the surprise rainbow it gives
In my being lives

Wishes on a rainbow
That I hope will be

Big falls, here and now, it’s just you an me
Please let them be

None else around
No other sound except the rushing waters

A perfect moment to savor
A life changing experience, and more.
 
2. Spunky Monkey

At the Livingstone
They’re kind of funky

Monkeys, monkeys, everywhere
Doing what a monkey might do
A human too
Steal, snatch, run, grab
All in a day’s monkey business
Hold onto your apple
Close your door
Whatever a monkey gets, he’ll always want more
Monkey see, monkey do
For a Livingstone monkey
That’s very true
They’ll outwit even you
Outside the room, at the dining table
On your balcony, or on the roof above
By the pool, or at the dock or bar
Seated or standing up
They’re ready to pounce
Faster than fast
Breast feeding
Or showing their “blue power down below
With one eye
Giant or petite
They’re part of a fleet
One appears
Then one more
And before you know it
It’s a pack attack
Hold on to loose parts
Sweet creatures, wild hearts.

3. And Then There Were Seven

Seven zebras that is

Wild, or so the hotel says
But they bait them with food
Three consecutive days we’ve seen them
Same places, same mood

Old, young, in between
In groups of two, three, or four
And with one off to the side
Every configuration
Every direction
Plenty of attention

But, don’t touch
Even at the zoo you wouldn’t

Six inches away is where I want to stay
Commune with them, make friends
Let them know why I’m taking so many photos
The memories they’ll give
The feelings of glee

They’ll be painted and transformed
Reformed but not tamed
Reassembled in my head
Considered from every point of view
Become pieces of my art
As well as my heart

Long stripes, short ones
Swirls and whirls
Very black, very white
Shades of gray, beige, and brown
All my notes on their markings are jotted down

200 digital images later
I’ll be certain there’s one I missed
The two that nearly kissed
The one licking her wound
Always seeking that better and more original shot

Then, on the the last day at the last hour
It comes perchance
Off to the side, the beautiful one sits down
What a picture, what a memory
What a moment
To treasure. 

p.s.  For more recent African Poetry, please check out blog entries about DocSusan’s Kilimanjaro Cimb (9 poems) and Tanzania Safari (16 poems).  The two new series were started December 2, 2007. 

June, 2006, I went on safari—an opportunity of a lifetime.  While the camera clicked, so did my mind.  I’d not "wordscaped" (escaped with words/written poems) since my book, Poetic Wisdom:  Revealing and Healing (1998).  But, patrolling the bush by jeep, the urge returned full force.  I saw no other way to jot down experiences of the moment, treasures not to be forgotten.

Though I took too long to type up these poetic souvenirs after the trip ended, the delay has had advantages.  On review, this poetry puts me back in the moment—that moment—seeming to stand the test of time.  Now, I’m curious to know others’ responses to it…

My first group of poems were created in Botswana, and appear in the order in which they were created.

 
1. Sweet Smells and Sights

Rosemary not Sage
Sage not Rosemary
A cross pollination, rare nasal sensation
Air that’s full of nature’s natural perfumes
Elephant dung and all
Piles of pancakes and pancakes in piles
Dumping grounds and grounds for dumping
What’s destroyed with the trunk tells more
Barely digested vegetation
Two hours and the meal’s passed
Each ingestion identifiable
Another species’ recycled delight.

2. Lion’s Lare

Lovely lioness howling for her friends
Napping, roaring, rolling the head
Fly infested face, camel colored coat
Lonely lion, in focused pursuit of his mate
Maine with black highlights, age creeping on
Well fed, a week’s food and drink
Swelled belly, but food not on his mind
Waiting, albeit impatiently
Letting the other male know his place
Setting the pace
Making sure the lioness stays in his space
Signals given
Everything else instinct driven
Territory defined.

3. Mélange

Cotton wool clouds, termite mounds
Baboons and zebras working their way around
A solitary giraffe feasting on leaves
Elephants tearing off all branches in sight—delicately
A lion glances up, but what’s behind the eyes
A gentle tap on the shoulder of an unresponsive mate
Let her sleep—for now
Flies irritate, even the king of beasts
A twitch of the ears, a shake of the head
Another little nap.

4. A Buffalo Giving Birth

Trackers full of mirth
Not a common sight
A moment of sheer delight
35 minutes to standing
Rest of herd disbanding
Mother waits patiently
Umbilical cord still hanging
Clean up fast
Yum or yuck, however you want to take it
Nature at her best.

5. From Small Plane to Small Plane

By jeep, canoe, speedboat and barge
On a sunrise helicopter ride or
Mid-morning stroll
To bird-spot, foot-print track, or poop inspect
A surprise around every corner, or simple peace and quiet
interrupted by the throttle of a stop-start engine

Spotters congregate around amorous lions
or a buffalo giving birth
Radio to radio, the news is out
There’s an elephant without a tail
or remains of a fresh lion kill

An afternoon or evening
with little wildlife visible
Just because we’re there
They don’t have to be

Three days in the life of the bush.

6. Territorial Changes

New ranges
A matter of luck and timing
Keeping your eyes open
or just taking in the scents, sounds, and food
Oh yes, the food
Large small meals four times a day
Breakfast, brunch, high tea, and dinner
Nothing to do, except enjoy
Laundry service included
Tents with terraces

Luxury in a land that’s otherwise been dealt a rough hand
Painful to understand.

7. Sleepless Night

Bathing hypo, squelching through the mud
close by the tent
Roaring lions, communicating back and forth
Sounds near, but probably far—up to 7 k
They have their way

"Surprise rain" beating down
Malarone dreams intensify 
Happenings and personalities, at home or on the trip
All jumbled up

Idle chatter of vacationers trivializing the experience
Disturbing peace of mind, interrupting nature

Leave your own culture home
My frustrated heart pleads
They’ve paid for the trip
But have no licence to quip

Serenity and appreciation come from inside
In superficialities, there’s no room to hide.

8. Downpour

Lioness with cubs
Baby, baby elephants
Cheetah feeding on prey
Rain pouring
Dusk falling
Photos hard to capture
The rapture of the moment
Experiences to savor.

9. Elephant Parade

Night falls
Camera lens away
Not recorded on film
In our minds and hearts

A parade of elephants 30/40 long
The weak, the strong
Tiny little babies
Calves still weaning
Sheltering underneath their mothers
The whole troop trunk to trunk
Tail to tail
Bouncing focused gait
Heads bobbing
Ears flexing
They know what they’re doing
Each takes a turn
To move in, or to back off
Rules followed
A quick drink, turn of the hind
And it’s back up hill

The watering hole
As quickly as it was surrounded
Was vacated

A magical twenty minutes
On our last night in the bush.

10. Finale

A herd of giraffes
Long searched for
Over bumpy tracks
From behind bushes

A straggler sighted here or there
The top of a head
A hind and tail
From too far away to zoom in on
Wondering if we’ll ever find more
Their migration begun
Perhaps we’re done

One bend more and here they are
One, two, three, four heads
Long, short, in between
Light brown, dark brown
Leaf-like patterns
Heart-like shapes
No two with the same markings
All with the same grace and poise
Without noise
Save the crunching and munching

Leaves and branches moving
It seems of their own accord
Till two ears pop up
But no time to wait for the face
Must pick up the pace

Radio signal in
Two cheetahs sighted
Engine ignited
Off road and through the brush
It’s a real rush
Park regulations broken
But no word will be spoken
It’s all about seeing the cheetahs
Getting close

Two predators’ recovery from a failed kill
Brothers we’re told
One with an infection in his leg
The other providing him with prey

For us, a special photo op.
Another species checked off the list
Group can go home now!

11. Bushmen Paintings

A short climb
Up the only rock in the neighborhood
Bushmen paintings, our prize
Four small, simple animal depictions
From centuries gone by
A chance to use our limbs
Take in the view
Be in the environment that we’ve only been driven through
Feel closer to the life and land
That has welcomed us so warmly.

12. Zebra Herd

You made my day, week, month, year
Zebra calves and elders
as far as the eye can see
Tall grass, short grass
A few trees
Much dead wood
A buffet for them and us
Groupings criss-cross
Loners with unique stripes
Notice the pale grey in between the black and white
How some are blacker than others
How some are whiter than others
Not out of shape, emaciated, or overweight
Then there’s the one with the bloody gash, upper hind leg
A lion’s loss, our gain
A wound that will heal, or so we’re told
Re-integrated in the fold
Dusk falling across the plane
Pink sunset straight ahead
A wondrous way to end a safari.

13. Eat, Procreate, Defecate

Procreate, defecate, eat
Defecate, eat, procreate

And so the cycle goes on
And on and on

Animals know where it’s at
What matters
And doesn’t

They like their games, and to fight
Have much or little might

Big or small
They know what to do
Then we step in

The smartest critters of all
But, are we really?

p.s.  For more recent African Poetry, please check out blog entries about DocSusan’s Kilimanjaro Cimb (9 poems) and Tanzania Safari (16 poems).  The two new series were started December 2, 2007.