As quickly as light travels

The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass / Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by, / Something I should have liked to say to you, / Something … / . . . while the wintry rain / (Unspeakable, the distance in the mind!) / Runs on the standing windows and away. “ – Howard Nemerov, “Storm Windows”

Time, light, and window were one by Henk Sijgers is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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Time, light, and window were one by Henk Sijgers is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Sean went back only once after his mother died.  The factory was still there, the rain steaming up the windows like it always did in the middle of winter.  He used to stand and stare at the blurred glass when he was a child, waiting for his parents to finish the work that never seemed to end, shivering in the cold drafts of this part of Ireland, where it felt like the sun never shone, or if it did, it shone only on others.  It was hard being the only son, the only child, and when all the other children at school had huge families, throngs of siblings, he was the only one in his family, and when he grew older he could sometimes see the sorrow in his mother’s eyes when he looked for it, and the hardened emotion in his father’s frown.  He could feel the pain of omission in the gut of their family life, as his parents worked harder and harder each year to make the factory remain solvent, and to know that each year the way did not improve, but only became more desperate, until his mother had shut it down after his father’s heart attack and passing.  And now his mother was gone, too.  As he stood in the factory behind the streaming glass windows Sean thought of how he might have come back after college, how he might have lived in the village and helped with the work in his parent’s business.  But as soon as the thought came to him, as quickly as light travels, he knew he could never have come back, and as quickly as light travels he knew it had broken their hearts.  But it was not a thing to be undone, not even if he’d wanted to, now that his mother and his father, too, were in their graves out beside the old church.  No, his life was saved by the instinct not to stay, even if his heart, too, had been lost.

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