Broken off the sun...
Simon Perchik



Broken off the sun this tiny rock

points down and your hand matters

is heated the way shadows early on


pulled back, seal the Earth a second time

–your gravestone stays put

has grown higher :a landmark


though each sunrise starts out

as your mouth without a harbor

so you can take in this pebble


filling with fingertips from someone near

too weak to carry it further

–it’s impossible to stop! the thud


lowered into an ocean, misled

by sunlight then year after year

everything –eat! sip! something!




Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, including free e-books, and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at