The places in Annabel Hawkins' poems are close at hand or within sight of the horizon, at the border between study and first jobs and whatever comes next, in a city that for now - for better or worse - is home.

She ticks off the places she finds herself: Thorndon Pool, Salamanca Road in Kelburn, on the back roads of Otaki, in Te Aro. And from time to time shel ongs to be elsewhere. But Annabel comes to realise there's a time for going and a time for staying put, and home can be a feeling.

This must be the place is a rich collaboration between two Wellington friends: Annabel who wrote the words and her friend Alice who designed a place to put them.