Echo of the clocktower, footstep
in the alleyway, sweep
of the wind sifting the leaves.
Jeweller 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 shadow of the rainfall,
in the brief violet darkening a sunset—
but until then I pray watch over him
as a mountain guards its covert ore
and the harsh falcon its flightless young.
~Dana Gioia “Prayer”
(written in memory of his infant son who died of SIDS)
When we think of those who wait for us on the other side,
including our baby lost before birth 35 years ago…
Who then will we long for when it comes our time to wait?
I know there is One who watches over all these reunions,
knowing the moment when my fractured heart
heals whole once again.
I will see you soon enough.