It is only, I thought as the plane glided across the
Arid mosaic of Australia, when you have reached
A certain age that you can reflect with due distance. Returning
To a place I have not known for twenty years is like entering
A puzzle. Was this not there? Was that not larger or
Smaller? Did the flower’s bloom have the same hue? And so on,
And so forth. It does not take any great synaptic
Leap to surmise that these questions are as much about
The alteration in the questioner
As they will be about the questioned.
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