Cirrus@Austlit

'JUDITH knew she did not have long when she assembled this book, poems made over thirty years, she had not told her friends that she had cancer, she had sold her house and was planning more overseas travel with her daughters. This book travels far, just as its author travelled to countries, places, homes - just as a thought on paper expands to become a poem, to become a tour, to become a book. Recurrences I see in this book, not in any order of importance, are names, sea-water/river/creek, place/land, trees, sky/wind/clouds, politics/politicos, dark/light, dead and live, family and friends, ageing, memory and care.'   (Introduction)