'It's a moon
you could hang your hat on
or peg a clothes line to.'

Dermot Healy's poems 'project an open, rugged humanity, celebratory of common life'. In his second collection he broadens his focus from his communal devotions to the quick of the natural world. Local speech patterns incorporate idiosyncratic observations and sometimes surreal incursions.

In a book busy with life — 'Everything is on the go. Time is moving inland' — Dermot Healy registers sounds and silences in ultimately peaceful ways.