Simon Perchik
You cup your hands around the rim
as if time no longer wants you
though the mountain spring that died
couldn't have weighed much more itself
still smells from side to side
and reaching out as waves – you drink
over and over empty the water
so wherever it shows up it's cold
will hide you now that death
is so thirsty, fits into a glass
can be seen still gathering
has your eyes, owes you nothing.
Bio
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 Family of Man Poems published by
Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2021. For more information including free e-books and
his essay "Magic, Illusion and Other Realities" please visit his website at
simonperchik.com
To view one of his interviews please follow this link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSK774rtfx8