‘Don’t let papers, books and people be stacked, Untidily, And don’t let them fall over.’ The strange, fragile and beautiful link between people, their surroundings and inanimate objects speaks for itself in Terry Wilson’s first poetry publication, Fifty. A compilation of fifty poems, Fifty hints at the keen sense of observation the poet holds. In his poems, regular day-to-day on-goings become important acts to derive lessons from, and he uses things of daily use to express his point. In Wilson’s world, the plants look up to him, dogs go about their business, lungs hang like suicide and the trees are made of salt and the ground of water. Beautifully written, Wilson’s Fifty urges the reader to look around and see the extraordinary in the ordinary.