Prayer

By Dana Gioia

Monday, 13 June 2011

Echo of the clocktower, footstep
in the alleyway, sweep
in the wind sifting the leaves.

Jeweler of the spiderweb, connoisseur

of autumn’s opulence, blade of lightning

harvesting the sky.

Keeper of the small gate, choreographer

of entrances and exits, midnight

whisper traveling the wires.

Seducer, healer, deity or thief

I will see you soon enough –

in the shadows of the rainfall,

in the brief violet darkening, a sunset

but until then I pray watch over him

as a mountain guards it covert ore

and the harsh falcon its flightless young.

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