Burnside's themes are ones that are common to us all--the sure sanctuary of home, the human in relation to the natural world, the tensions between the domestic, familiar world and the strange invitations of travel and immersion in unfamiliar surroundings and the spaces we find or create for love and the imagination. The opening long poem "Ports" starts with the words "Our dwelling place"-and Burnside returns again and again to the idea of home and dwelling throughout this book, widening out the circle of his meditations on what these might mean to us. If the poet's "body is wired / to the flavours / of childhood," he nonetheless realises that "what we think of as home / is a hazard to others." But even our securities are tentative: a shift of perspective and home becomes "a different country," our bodies "half-inhabited"-behind the safety of the known environment lies the possibility of other ways of being and perceiving.

It is this acceptance of the contradictory impulses of the "known world" and "the pull of the withheld / the foreign joy" that animates and drives Burnside's work, and which is expressed through a flexible open verse form perfectly adapted both to the registering of image and to fleeting turns of thought. What results is a poetry that is striking in its immediate pleasures and which stays long in the memory: something we can indeed "use to make a dwelling in the world." --Burhan Tufail