Stuck in Ngorongoro Mud

Stuck in Ngorongoro Mud The faraway black spots are The rhino we've traveled Half a world to see. I had found them, finally, Through binoculars Just before Heavy rain took them away, and Soft mud got deeper. "Stuck for days?" we ask. "I don't know," Driver John replies. Intimately nearby the black spots are Flies whose swarm pester us as Tropical rain now Dilutes soft mud to slurry. There's no way out. And there's no way out of this world, where Rhinos are rare and flies are plentiful, Both here and half a world away. I came here to see only one of them -- Who would come this far to see flies? Yet, Secretly, I'm glad that those Faraway black spots are Far away. I've learned to live with swarms of flies, but I can't live with Rhino. Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania February 1998