Jun 282010

by Simon Perchik

Before the first heart

these barnacles took hold and the sea

is still carried ashore

–it’s never full

and though there was no struggle

the waves are covered with scales

are just now learning to die

to break open, making room

for this jetty almost asleep

curled under the generous line

baymen cast to comfort tides

and the wound too old to heal

–their singleminded thread, the kind

hospitals use and on the other end

something still alive

warms my hand over hand and the wait

to take from the sea

a moon thankful for the dark

like a story at bedtime or hour after hour

the stars still safe

listening to these rocks

half stone, half underwater.