Anna Couani #81 fading iris, after RV

even the fading iris

is beautiful

as it becomes transparent

and that reminds me of childhood

when I first noticed that

thing where everything

is constantly degrading

that disturbing quality of natural things

but things we come to love

and simple things like

the day with clouds

the small fractal branches

and love the memories

of the exhausting bike ride

all the way out to the end

in this case, to Perry’s Lookdown

only 8k’s but seemed so far

to a child, especially the 8k’s back

and the smell of the bush

the almost purple sand

of that sandstone plateau

I go there sometimes

with my old mother

who understands the feelings

of nostalgia

and once with my aunt

who tore herself out of the place

seeing the dark side of it all

it’s hard to summarise

the complexity of that place

known more than other places