PrayerBY DANA GIOIAEcho of the clocktower, footstepin the alleyway, sweepof the wind sifting the leaves.Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseurof autumn's opulence, blade of lightningharvesting the sky.Keeper of the small gate, choreographerof entrances and exits, midnightwhisper traveling the wires.Seducer, healer, deity or thief,I will see you soon enough—in the shadow of the rainfall,in the brief violet darkening a sunset—but until then I pray watch over himas a mountain guards its covert oreand the harsh falcon its flightless young.