Felicity Sidnell Reid brings a precise, tender, and playful attention to the natural world, familyand strangers, the living and the dead. These vivid, beautifully crafted poems honour moments ofconnection, unearth long buried secrets and explore time. As the past brushes up against thepresent, losses accumulate, but so do opportunities for curiosity and delight. ─ Kim Aubrey, author of What We Hold in Our Hands Felicity's poetry invites the reader to reflect on what we notice in our every day and what itmeans. Each poem tells a story and offers a reminder about important things in life at home andaway, now and then. Her poetry is colourful, full of rich imagery and compelling narrative. ─ Jessica Outram, Poet Laureate of Cobourg, author of The Thing with Feathers … in these poems, an entire universe of feelings, memories and heartfelt observations,someone's life complete, has been compressed into a nutshell. The poems … tell stories framedby anecdotes, images, details and rubrics of an age that gave us the present, and in this presentthe voice of a poet that re-enacts the past with imagery polished to a patina that's tangible andaccessible. ─ Antony Di Nardo, author of Forget – Sadness – Grass and Gone Missing Begin at the beginning and when you have finished, work your way back again. This is SidnellReid's trick of time: every memory exists in the present moment; every recollection a conjuringof the senses so that the ringing of the bells, the grunting of the bear and the fall of water uponrock happens both historically and immediately—in this second, this moment—fresh and alive inthe telling. ─ Meredith Katie Hoogendam, author of Mothertongue and Spring Thaw