Dark Prayer

Long before dawn, anxiety has me
seated on the back porch
staring out to where yesterday
the woods were and now,
in the blackness, nothing is.

Under the noise of first birds
I hear what reassures me:
a muffled clatter and thump
as of scenic fiats
being arranged to make
the day's believable landscape
sounds that indicate
behind the dark curtains
they are hard at work
making the world ex nihilo,
those to whom I praypowers invisible, hidden in wings.