Suns An owl that flew from the tundra waits on the ground, slowly turning its head almost completely around. If everything connects, owl to song, holly back to a quiet grove, can I return through vast galaxies to lie on the living room rug among fragrant pine needles, Mom and Dad asleep, the furnace wheezing? The elegant hand of Dad’s record player lifts and drops to scratched vinyl, Messiah joyously leaping the gaps. The sun comes up—beside it another sun, another, another.
Barbara Daniels’s Talk to the Lioness was published by Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press in 2020. Her poetry has appeared in Cleaver, Faultline, Small Orange, Meridian, and elsewhere. Barbara Daniels received a 2020 fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts.
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