You bang the rim the way skies…

You bang the rim the way skies
loosen and this jar at last
starts to open, becomes a second sky

though under the lid her shoulders
wait for air, for the knock
with no horizon curling up on itself

as sunlight, half-far-off, half-
circling down from her arms
end over end, reaching around

making room by holding your hand
– it’s a harmless maneuver
counterclockwise so you never forget

exactly where the dirt was shattered
hid its fragrance and stars
one at a time taking forever.

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, including free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.

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