Anne Ryland’s third collection begins and ends with the human body, honouring its traumas and miracles. Meditations on spirituality and mortality are suffused with a gentle humour. There is continued searching for a homeland, for unknown homes that evoke longing, and for the vitality to be discovered in ruins. Versions of haunting poems about exile and displacement by the German poet Hilde Domin are woven into the book. Unsung heroes and heroines step forward, opening doors to vividly imagined worlds. This is a collection of quiet tragedies and unashamedly small joys.