by Izzy Roberts-Orr
If you spend enough time with the trees you begin to feel endless. There are some here I'd wager almost three times your lifetime triple your wingspan more than ten times your height. Your handspan – a trick of the eye – the same branches bolstering sky. The trees bow and remember. They'll fall, humbled by termites hiding homes for the busy lives of spitting possums and the parenthetical bodies of galahs. The trees know they'll fall but continue standing all the same through downpour and drought blazing heat and smokestacked, encroaching flame. Izzy Roberts-Orr is a poet, writer, broadcaster and arts worker based on Dja Dja Wurrung Country. Izzy is Creative Producer for Red Room Poetry and a 2020-2022 recipient of the Australia Council Marten Bequest Scholarship for Poetry. Her debut collection, Raw Salt (Vagabond, 2024) was the recipient of a Wheeler Centre Hot Desk Fellowship, and longlisted for the Colorado Prize for Poetry.
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