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!
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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 www.simonperchik.com.