Dear Judith, you’re my junior by one day
but quicker off the mark. Lover of country,
unresting traveller, now you share with Hamlet
the undiscovered country from whose bourn
no traveller returns.
Where shall we write? You left us no address
on the other side. But may you meet
with Jack your husband, Oodgeroo, your spirit’s friend,
others past number whom you stirred and served
with warrior ’s faith in final victory.
Your poet’s soul, disciplined, never dead,
spoke in that final walk across the bridge,
symbol of what lay nearest to your heart –
apartness conquered by the power of love.
Carry us with you as you journey on.
Letter to Judith Wright