What does the world we live in mean to us? More, when we bring it to mind, than just a platform for our daily living. Where we live is intricate, intimate, deep-time entangled and never, from the microbes of our guts to the minerals of the moon, only to do with humans. The poems of [re]turn are besotted not by the who but the inclusive where of what it is to be alive. Snout beetle, rain drop, these phone-cradling humans, the humpback whales, all of it, even AI, pours through these poems for the Earth we currently have. The world is not a stage. And perhaps, if we are lucky, there are ways to (re)turn to a being and becoming that is consciously, encompassingly, a part of it. In her third volume, Tasmanian-based poet Kristen Lang, explores the ancientness of the landscape she lives within.