Hammer in the Dark – Poem by Simon Perchik

by poet Simon Perchik

You learn to hammer in the dark
though no one studies the hillside
how it still leans across your arms

the way creeks cast for weeds
and edges –so little is known
why iron takes root in your gut

and the same rain
drags from these wooden shingles
the constant  tilt still trying to make it down

–you seal this hole by weeping into it
with a nail that’s bent, struggling
to talk, to find its way and the sea.

About the Poet

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 boxofchalk, 2017. For more information including free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website. You can watch one of his interview here.

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