Just past the split rail fences, Kat Hayes' poetry collection The Song Around Us extends a precarious invitation to reinhabit time and landscape. Unsure whether to marvel or cut and run, the poems follow tracks in the woods, examine artifacts, and slip through the interstices. Images beckon from plowed fields and volcanic plains, from mountains flecked with moonshine stills to waking, windswept meadows. And in the midst of the natural world is the ever-mysterious province of the body-wounded and insistent and singing.