I need a quick break from the diversity of animals ... Ali's writing a paper on a philosopher poet from Victoria. Her name is Jan Zwicky:
Absence
When the sky is no longer a roof
one's eyes are finally open:
it is in the valley one draws breath.
The pines are so slender. They weave
gently, almost without noise,
pushed by currents that do not reach us here.
Now the cities are behind us,
and the wars. Lantern-light
streams from the solitary window.
What is past drifts up then
without effort: river-scent
at twilight, through the rubble of the day.