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.