And Still the Sky Weighs Too Much by Simon Perchik You keep the limp, stoop the way this cane lets you pretend its wood can heal, touches down making contact with the base though there are no planes —what you hear is your leg dragged, starting up and still the sky weighs too much is filled with twigs breaking off somewhere between England and the slow walk home. * Without a riverbed you lean feel your way through this dirt as if it’s her voice you’re after —for a long time, eyes closed you empty the Earth with your mouth darkening this built-up moss sent off for a stone near water stretching out to smooth the silence hidden the way innocent bells were placed along the shore with no light to take away or welcome rocks around her body. * Though her finger can’t reach she’s telling you be quiet as if there’s a word for it shaped by a breath from where the light on her face was lowered —shadows know this, let you lie there, go over the details —from the start, her breasts wanting so much to make a sound cover the dirt with your mouth pressing against her, begin as silence, then nothing. * Side by side as if the moon carries off those buttons close together and your coat dyed black to make it heavier —you let it fall, lay there —yes, you were in love sang to birds, to burials though it’s the moon coming back and the darkness it needs to close the ground that goes on alone yes, you couldn’t move. * Motionless, on the way out no longer feels at home though this single-minded nail wants the job finished now wanted a small hole, filled to silence the song in the picture in black and white taking her away holding on—what’s left will lower the wooden frame is already caressing the wall that something happened to is surrounded by winds and cries that carry off birds, bent the Earth and the exhausted nail, by itself between your fingers and suddenness.
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 www.simonperchik.com.