Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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69<br />
I haven’t found my home yet so<br />
I keep looking harder & the more<br />
it eludes me the more it seems<br />
I am nearing it<br />
I feel all sorts gathered near me kind curious loving—the mystery of the night upon me—<br />
haven’t found my home yet so—touch laces with touch—I keep looking harder—the<br />
whizzing brush along my heart of prayers offered <strong>for</strong> me<br />
protect her, Universe, protect them all, loved ones scattered far, as I’ve been crying &<br />
limping many have touched me<br />
Rebecca points at the bus window:<br />
“Don’t <strong>for</strong>get these views—grey skies<br />
pulling at you—relieve you can’t<br />
accept at least yet—manless fields<br />
of crop & tilled soil—keep remembering<br />
contour & color—low, distant horizon”<br />
“No doubts. Say yes.”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
She looks at me smiling. “Expect the best.”<br />
I nod. “Three days on the road among notebooks & strangers.”<br />
She says nothing.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s more.”<br />
“No way out but through, <strong>Raymond</strong>.”<br />
“What to burn down, what to preserve, what to renew.”<br />
“Expect the best.”<br />
She pats my hands. Love kisses in many ways.<br />
“Rebecca, I’ve been waiting this day so long. <strong>The</strong> sun’s up, the sky is blue. Simple.”<br />
She smiles.<br />
“Five hundred miles left, I don’t know exactly. Fate, truth, answers crawling into my<br />
hands.”<br />
She nods. “She’ll come. Don’t worry.”<br />
I look you complete. “Rebecca, you’ve companioned me this trip. Thank you.”<br />
She giggles. Familiarly. “Always.”<br />
She giggles again, two days later. “Toldja she’d come.”<br />
“She kisses like lips to water.”<br />
“She adores you, <strong>Raymond</strong>. She’s going to be with you all the time soon. She can’t<br />
abide waiting much longer.”<br />
“I know. So what do I do?”<br />
Rebecca sketches idly, says nothing.<br />
“I wait?”<br />
“Just a little bit. Give her the space she needs. It’s less & less now. She’s nearly<br />
ready.” Reb fixes me still with dark blue eyes. “You know all this.”<br />
“I . . . do”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006