Closed moments

Dead on impact. And she asked if there’s a pulse. There wasn’t. I know now, having looked it up weeks after. I know now what neither of us knew then. What we wondered. I sat in the car, 70MPH, thinking I don’t know if he’s dead or alive but I’m glad I’m alive. I don’t know if I will be dead or alive tomorrow but I’m glad I’m alive now. That moment is closed with a bow on it now. Over. Wrapped up. For me at least. “There was time for us” sings Pinc Louds. Before we knew that things would end there was time. We didn’t know how much time. There was time. The time is over now. The question answered. The moment closed with a bow on it. Over. Wrapped up. For me at least. The people on the islands of Shishmaref have known since they moved there that the land they call home will one day be swallowed by the sea, and they chose to live on them anyway. We make the promise of adaptation to ourselves with every temporary condition we submit to. (This will end. Who it allows us to be will end. We…