And though this bottle is empty
it drifts on by as if the grass
puts its trust in the thirst
for sunlight and butterflies
–drop by drop you water this grave
till it smells from salt
then sent off, comes back
night after night as a wave
telling you where, what happened.
– Simon Perchik
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 Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.