Simon Perchik


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.