I bought a kit to repair a cracked windshield.
It didn’t affect my view.
Still it was there,
nagging me.
I asked my son to help.
I thought it was important
to teach him how to fix broken things .
I explained that the glass was not one layer, but 3.
2 layers of glass with resin wedged
between.
He helped the way 17 year olds do,
when it’s gloaming
and friends are vibrating.
Are we good? He asked.
Yes. I said, although I knew we weren’t,
The resin had to cure.
He left.
Funny how things change depending on circumstances.
Clouds have the best view and part serenely without fanfare.
I am the space which is close to the leaf before falling.
I smelled the September air on that August evening.
The crack was still there.
Uncured.
Getting between layers is never easy.
Maybe I hadn’t applied enough pressure or too much.
My son had left the brokenness behind as a
distant affair.
I admired that.