10-Line Tuesday

September 27, 2016

porous

A month ago today, my parents celebrated what would have been
their 49th anniversary. My father made a transatlantic phone call,
catching my mother somewhere between her writing group and late lunch
with a friend. It's been 22 years since their divorce and yet, like clockwork,
the phone rang and she was there to pick it up. I don't know, exactly,
what they said - they are, now, deep in the trenches of their separate lives -
but I am certain, even from my distant perch, their voices were soft and edgeless,
not in the way of sepia tones in old photographs, but with a kindness that transcends
departure, a grace lingering after a long season of rain, the earth between them
porous as ever.