This dirt still mimics sweat
lies down alongside, unsure
your lips would quiet it
though the finger that is familiar
probably is yours—could be enough
has already learned to point
—in time it will silence
even your shadow
without pulling it back down
as sunsets passing by
no longer some shoreline
unable to stop for these pebbles
struggling to rise together, take you
by the hand and without a sound
recognize the gesture.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.