The oldest shout is orange :this moon
almost in reach —each autumn the horizon
moves us closer to one another
lets the still warm evening
work its way through our sleeves
—I can feel the Earth swelling
when the moon is filled, my heart
shaking to deep red
darken along some riverbank
almost to its headwaters, almost overhead
and the moonlight harden into continents
rushing toward each other
toward mountains that lean
as if still alive, smell from winter
from sending your hand, then taking it down.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The New Yorker, Tipton Poetry Journal and elsewhere. Rafts (Parsifal Editions, 2007) is his most recent collection. Family of Man (Pavement Saw Press) is scheduled for Fall 2009. For more information, including his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete bibliography, please visit his website at www.geocities.com/simonthepoet.