Sitting at the top of Kilimanjaro

sunlight pouring on to my face

pretending I was alone by myself

instead of with a hiking troop.

I reach skyward while far beneath

my feet a herd of rhinos took their

noonday meal of long grass

ignoring the wildflowers that

a lone impala preferred to eat.

Snowy caps remain in the summer

two heads finding a new path

after a long journey through

Tanzania heading towards

the tiny stream of water

running past the campsite

where we stayed

enjoying the crackling of the flames

that continued to burn after

our evening meal.

Talking about why we were there

who was the first to return home

with the impala head

and what should grace its

magnificent horns,

my hair bows

or your necktie.