No mind is too small to be lost.
A rock forgets to be a rock.
My dog circles tightly on the lawn
to go somewhere, then stops,
not between things, but outside,
a rock thrown outside of itself.
like a satellite into space,
she finds a stair
her muscles know to climb,
even if the door
is washed free of home.
Donald Zirilli was a finalist for the James Tate Prize and a nominee for the Forward Prize. He was editor of Now Culture and is a member of the Red Wheelbarrow Gang. His poetry was published in The 2River View, Anti- poetry magazine, ART TIMES, Nerve Lantern, River Styx, and other periodicals and anthologies. He and his wife live in an idyllic corner of New Jersey with two dogs and a cat. His chapbook, Heaven's Not For You, was published in September, 2018, by Kelsay Books.