Things Happen Fast
May 3 2021
Things happen fast.
You lose track of speed.
Or you find yourself distracted
by that hot cup of coffee
spilling on your lap,
a hand
straying from the wheel
and feeling for the screen.
When the deer froze
a rabbit darted out
the black ice surprised you,
the truck veered across the line
out of oncoming traffic.
When that extra half second
of hesitation
determined the rest of your life.
Or when, out of nowhere
this small dark shape
appeared in your lane,
and before you could brake
there was a dull heavy thud
and time stopped.
When you became
the negligent driver
the world would learn to hate.
And there was a child
who looked perfect in every way
except for the fixed glassy eyes
and uncanny stillness.
Driving
had become second nature,
like tying your shoes
or climbing the stairs.
You did it every day
almost reflexively,
driving
on autopilot
as a simple means of getting there
then coming back again.
From one second to the next
lives change,
begin and end
are tried and tested.
The time before
the fateful after.
Or, in another life
you left a minute late,
and the road was clear
the day went on
you went about your business.
And never thought
to take a moment to be thankful
for the humdrum everyday.
As I was reading this piece in today's Atlantic, I thought about the near misses I've had: when what would have been an inconsequential sliver of time could have become the impervious boundary between life before and life after. No one wants such a before and after moment.
In the practice of intentional gratitude, the well of bad things that didn't happen is infinitely deep. So maybe it's cheating to reflect on such hypotheticals, to use them to gin up thankfulness. But it's not cheating when one of them comes that close to materializing.
https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2021/05/car-accident/618766/
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