Sometimes the dead – a poem by Larry Thacker

Sometimes the dead  
eventually come to realize how right it was
back when they were told
how we carry the center of the universe with us
wherever we step.
      How impossible it was
to believe, they laugh to themselves,
remembering when that shift of brightness arrived.
It was always just beyond reach
in days with so little light.
                                          Right there, waiting.   

Larry D. Thacker is a Kentuckian writer, artist, and educator hailing from Johnson City, Tennessee. His poetry is in over 180 publications including SpillwayStill: The JournalValparaiso Poetry ReviewAmerican Journal of PoetryPoetry South, The Southern Poetry Anthology, and Appalachian Heritage. His books include Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia, and the poetry chapbooks Drifting in Awe and Memory Train, as well as the full collections Drifting in AweGrave Robber ConfessionalFeasts of Evasion, and the forthcoming, Gateless Menagerie. His MFA in poetry and fiction is earned from West Virginia Wesleyan College. Visit his website at:

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