This branch climbs past you
the way a breeze spreads out
warmed by roots and feathers
– that’s why when you look down
the fruit changes its colors
sweetened with leaves and eyes
that are all alike though the tree
no longer feeds on slower trees
or regrets the choice it made
– its wood still rises, is sure
water will come and wings
still possible, not yet too heavy
from after so much death
so much dirt to shade
and already underway.
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 The B Poems, published by Poets Wear Prada, 2016. 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.