Two Poems, by Larry Thacker

I swim the vac­u­um

between your atoms
sing along the dark
mat­tered strands
between galax­ies
beyond imag­i­na­tion
wit­ness­ing the base
pat­tern of all worlds
the mys­tery scripts
hang­ing orna­ment­ed
about your thoughts
I hum under your feet
with­in the val­leys
of fin­ger­print ridges
shrink­ing, expand­ing
destroy­ing, cre­at­ing
my laugh and smiles
wrap­ping your world
in scales of D flat major
be still, and know me

Mean­ing 

There are days when every­thing means every­thing,
polar­ized against oth­ers when all is the fright­en­ing
pit of mean­ing­less­ness. Who is immune to the inner
script of the emp­ty end or, on bet­ter days, a hero’s
mys­te­ri­ous sto­ry in a world that screams both
sym­bol­ism and blank­ness as the bit­ter­est of kin.

We must lean in, and we do, and we fail and fal­ter,
some­times emerg­ing slight­ly scathed and hard­ened
against our sil­ly demons, real­iz­ing how sky quakes,
earth sounds and flock deaths, fish kills, bee plagues
and rivers of snakes and win­ter tor­na­dos are nei­ther
curs­es nor bless­ings, but are just sim­ple ques­tions.

 

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One Response to Two Poems, by Larry Thacker

  1. Michelle Lyle says:

    Love these poems, Lar­ry — I'm espe­cial­ly drawn to "Mean­ing." I find myself in a per­pet­u­al lean and fall, a pock­et­ful of ques­tions. Real­ly nice writ­ing — thanks!

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