A friend mentions taking her daughter over to their plot
and I mistake it as the same thing we would have done
in my family, my grandfather and I stopping off at one
of the cemeteries where our people are in the ground. But
for them they’ve planted vegetables in a community garden
and they’re going now to pick some at sundown. Sometimes
I go to my portion of land at sunset to work the ground
for hints of stories working up from those gone. It’s a kind
of sustenance only they can offer. My own plot waits there,
pre-purchased, organized in soil like an undisturbed furrow,
expectant. Unused, yet there is always a plentiful harvest.
Larry D. Thacker’s poetry can be found in over sixty magazines and journals, including Still: The Journal, Poetry South, Mad River Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology, Mojave River Review, Mannequin Haus, Ghost City Review, Jazz Cigarette, and Appalachian Heritage. His books include Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia, and the poetry books Voice Hunting and Memory Train, as well as the forthcoming Drifting in Awe. Visit his website at: http://www.larrydthacker.com.