- Something
I thought I saw somethingacross the way, near the standsof oaks and maples mixed, in
colors changing with the season.And then I thought that whatI saw must have been you, standing
silently there and staring at me,as I was staring at you.Neither of us moved but the wind
moved, whispering orange and redand yellow leaves to the ground.You lifted your hands to let them
fall through your fingers, wavingthem down and away. They layall around our feet. And then,
as suddenly as you had comeinto my mind, you disappeared.It was as if I had simply closed
my eyes, or you had opened yours. [End Page 67]
William Virgil Davis's most recent book of poetry is Dismantlements of Silence: Poems Selected and New. His earlier books are The Bones Poems; Landscape and Journey (New Criterion Poetry Prize and Helen C. Smith Memorial Award for Poetry); Winter Light; The Dark Hours (Calliope Press Chapbook Prize); One Way to Reconstruct the Scene (Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize). His poems have appeared widely and internatioanally. He has also published essays and books of literary criticism.