How does the embrace of levity — that warm, human voice, perceptive of its own limits — find its way to the listener in today's shattered world? By blind burrowing? Heat fluctuations in loam and subsoil? Instinct and luck? Much like the mole of the title, Patrick Warner's poems accomplish great feats of imagination, exposure, empathy, and insight, disguised all the while as pleasingly modest creatures of accident and stealth. As with all the very best poets, Warner can take overlooked corners and negligible objects and turn them into prisms, portals, tuning forks, and flint rocks. A bracing, perpetually pleasing work from one of Canada's most celebrated poets.