For over three decades, Michael McFee has been, in the words of one critic, putting together a body of work that few poets anywhere, of any age, can match for its poise, its wit and metaphorical power, its accessibility and depth of feeling. That Was Oasis, McFee's eighth full-length book of poetry, is a collection of spirited and diverse elegies. Its poems pay inventive attention to the overlooked or underappreciated, to such subjects as saltines, holding hands, killing a copperhead with a hoe, the word bunk, bald spots, the young Thelonious Monk, and a minor-league baseball park in Asheville, North Carolina--all of which, seen in the right light, can become unexpected oases in the quotidian.