In "Moving Day," his impressive second collection of poetry, Terence Young bookends the fantastical with a series of lingering glances into his rear-view mirror and a few knowing observations on the journey so far. His subjects are those of every day: love, marriage, children, the inevitability of change. Some poems touch on the dreamy qualities of memory, its tendency to slip into the magical, and still others turn a quirky eye onto child-rearing, education, home repair. In Young's spirited poetry, the world can be both a dear and deceptive place. His is a landscape of conjecture about what is really going on, about the kind of doubt that is at its strongest when we first wake up and our dreams are still with us. In his world, an ordinary house can rise from its foundations and float over the horizon, taking its awe-struck, astonished occupants with it.