Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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57<br />
“Hesitate little but hurryeth not! Heed well: an hour’s work <strong>for</strong> each<br />
hour’s life. Neither less nor more.”<br />
He sits back down, <strong>for</strong> just a moment at rest.<br />
I nod, not knowing what else would show honor & agreement both—Rebecca hurries over<br />
to him—she listens peculiar, unique to him—& ministers singularly unto his woe—uniquely,<br />
where others neither try nor dare—<br />
Loving her but wishing to be alone—a note handed to Mr. Bob:<br />
“Beloved—<br />
I need an hour alone—<br />
All good between us—as ever—<br />
Yours, Ray”<br />
I leave with none a look back—walk out Luna T’s thinking: yes, an hour alone—or<br />
ever—I walk out not fully knowing—<br />
To have come this far urges continuing—yet doubts & doubts—<br />
Reckoning Rd gives way to Main Street—a right-hand turn—street crossed & steps<br />
climbed:<br />
Cement Park. Ever & on—<br />
I sit & wonder bluntly what matters anymore—<br />
I sit & decide not to leave without some answer—<br />
In my hand a sheaf of nocturnes hurried secretly along w/me—I page through them & read:<br />
“Choose to be clear.”<br />
& I think: yes I wish this—long have I wished this but not known how—<br />
So: how?<br />
Cement Park is as ever & I suppose in a way so am I—the round cement benches from<br />
whose center trees grow—taller now than our shared years ago—yes—as am I—<br />
a pen I wield in ways unknown back then—a life come to be unlike any I dreamt—any I was<br />
capable of dreaming—<br />
I long <strong>for</strong> friends, family, yet how often have I run from all these! & why? What blackness,<br />
what demons?<br />
My muse presses me on no matter the twists & rebounds of the road: ever she urges me<br />
on—<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006