Today I could hear
the snow,
as if the monks of every faith
were praying silently at once,
like rain
with a hand over its mouth.
I suppose it will go on making noise
until it covers everything,
and only falls
against itself.
Donald Zirilli’s poetry has been published in River Styx, Art Times, Nerve Lantern, Specs, Anima, Iota, Antiphon, Innisfree and other literary magazines and anthologies. He was the editor of Now Culture and the art editor of The Shit Creek Review, and is currently one of the Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow Gang of Five. He and his wife, Dr. Russell, live in Tranquility, New Jersey, with 2 dogs and 3 cats.
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