The Journey

Song of the Road At Seventy-Five


The Consolation

A dream of Avrah:
She was a Judge now
As in old Judea
It was time for her to travel North
The place of Spirit
Then turn East, Enlightenment

Around us darkness falling
But she still asked after me
As though it mattered
I felt dull dread for her
She drove so often now
The roads are perilous

When time came to leave
We stood in a broad courtyard
Geometric walkways, the Muncipal Auditorium
High pillared, without windows
This was the San Bernardino in my youth
Seventh and E Streets
The high marble building soon made a library
Named after Rabbi Norman F. Feldheym.
Born 1906, his first home was 1940 Bonita Avenue
Five blocks from where we lived in Berkeley
Rabbi, one of few men who cared for me
I had nothing but a few books and clothes

Near the War Memorial obelisk
The war hero statue beneath it
In the quadrangle at Noon
Was Donna from Willits
I walked over she turned and saw me
In a place foreign to her
She did not speak
I said only, Dear Donna

I knew Avrah would be safe now
And departed for Laytonville
To vanish in conifer forests
Uninhabited North of there

WJ Ray
December 7, 2018

 

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