Arm over arm you expect
the way a child plays with sand
though once inside this graveyard
all that’s left from the ocean
are the pilings holding on
leaning against that gate
where death came into this world
as a wooden handle –you expect
to carry away the Earth it knows about.
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, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.