What Your Hands Have Done looks at how life spent in a close-knit
fishing family in rural Prince Edward Island marks a person. The book is
rooted in PEI but moves from there to Toronto where the malaise of life
proves to be unbound to the sameness of small-town days spent hauling
gear on the Atlantic or toiling in rust-red potato fields.
Bailey examines the world around him from the inside, observing the
minute to account for the vast. These poems are laid bare and free of
ornament, revealing the hard-won wisdom just below the surface:
She was there, cooked for you. Helped clean
the mess you'd become from decades
spent on your father's ocean hauling lobsters
from its depths, gulping down the sea air.
Even when the booze was too much,
she knew you were more than the vomit
caked to your shirt. Less than confessions
made beneath the red summer moon.