In the windowless breezeway of the barn, golden evening light was scattered over the aged wooden slats in bars and spots. What source? It took stepping toward the center of the open space, looking up through gaps between boards, hayloft floor, then looking beyond to see that the light was falling down through the louvers of the cupola, dashes and dots like code, alphabet, constellation perhaps, the sun, admiring of the night sky’s art, making a bit of its own at the end of the day before the bats woke, began their ballet.
Daye Phillippo
Daye Phillippo taught English at Purdue University. Her poems have been nominated for aPushcart Prize and selected by ETS for inclusion in the AP English Exam. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming inPoetry,Valparaiso Poetry Review,The Midwest Quarterly,LETTERS,One Art, and many others. She lives and writes in rural Indiana where she hosts a Poetry Hour at her local library.Thunderhead, her first collection, was published by Slant in 2020. Her second collection of poems,Blue Between Owls, was awarded the 2024 Codhill Press Pauline Uchmanowicz Poetry Award and is forthcoming from Codhill Press. To read more of her work, please visit her website:
www.dayephillippo.com