The World Is a Narrow Bridge

Eva watches him stamping back and forth on the median. The spectacle of the ruined vehicles fills them both with a sense of life’s fragility, and although they use this time to check their iPhones and make tart observations about Miami’s lack of public transportation and over-stressed highway system, they also count their blessings. The way that glove protrudes in just that way from the perforated opening. But maybe only the full moon.’
Murphy opens his window and pokes his head out, trying to see what’s happening up ahead and meanwhile exposing his face to the dangerous glare of the rising moon. ‘She’s said to have an attractive throaty voice.’ ‘Ask her to say something.’
The angel nods. It’s easy to look things up. The moon is tidally locked, which means that it presents the same face to the earth at all times. ‘This is her?’ Yahweh asks. ‘You,’ says the angel. On this quiet tropical night, while Murphy drools at her side like a man beaten unconscious, Eva lies awake reviewing the small traumas and embarrassments of the day. It is no longer possible for her to apprehend the beauty of the light in the palm trees, or else, if beauty is nothing more than an aspect of subjective experience, and what reason does she have for thinking it’s not, then beauty itself fades from the palm trees. Murphy and Eva assess the day’s likely meteorological scenarios and select clothing on that basis. And as for the conditions up there: Surface temperatures in the equatorial and midlatitude regions vary from 224 degrees Fahrenheit during the day to about minus 300 degrees at night, although there are permanently shadowed polar craters where temperatures are as low as minus 397 degrees. Meanwhile, she looks out at the tossing heads of the palm trees in the low light. Ceratioid anglerfish males are tiny. He’s the kind of person who enters the elevator and rushes to press the door-close button before the doors close. Tonight there’s an accident at the very end of I-95, at the spot where you have to descend to US 1. ‘I had a dream last night about Yahweh.’
‘About who?’
‘He had an angel with him. They cling parasitically to the bellies of the much larger females. Shadows, as Emily Dickinson wrote, hold their breath. In the evening, when the world heaves a big sigh and the warm air turns to glass, they visit the Whole Foods downtown. Murphy exits the vehicle immediately. At first I couldn’t open my mouth at all.’
Murphy is rocking back and forth and tugging at his seat belt. They each prepare a breakfast that satisfies their unique dietary preferences without transgressing the rigid boundaries of nutritional requirement. I want to say it was Galileo. Above the incessant honking and the rush of the wind, she can hear the sounds of lawn care. Leaf blowers run all the time. Some are still uninhabited and some have been overwhelmed by Australian pine, which is not a pine tree at all but a flowering plant, an angiosperm, called casuarina in the Pacific because of its resemblance to cassowary plumes. Eva saws the fruit in half with her house key and eats it with a plastic spoon from the glove box. She longs to experience it completely, as she thinks a younger and more innocent Eva would have been able to do. ‘Do you agree?’
Eva says, ‘I’m innocent! Murphy and Eva are living in a temporary furnished apartment, just the latest in a sequence of temporary furnished apartments, and there is no prospect of a permanent residence, nor any prospect of real jobs beyond the freelance adjunct part-time work they’ve been doing for years.  
Now Murphy is looking out the window at the thick slice of moon in the powdery blue sky. Both have a Levantine cast of feature. She curses herself for buying the French vanilla yogurt instead of plain. He’s sitting behind the wheel of an orange Lamborghini. It’s a long time, but not when you consider the vast labor involved in clearing away the ruined vehicles. If this is a dream and not an authentic encounter with the divine, and it’s reasonable to assume that it’s a dream, then it’s one of those dream moments when you’re talking to a stranger but you also know that the stranger is your aunt Patricia.  
How does she know it’s Yahweh? ‘I just remembered,’ says Eva. She tries to savor her passion fruit, which is so delicious that she can barely taste it. Is it because the United States derives many of its preoccupations from Mother England, and England is a country of lawns? It’s no farther from the sun than the earth is, and there’s no atmosphere to protect you. She sees him stoop to pick some Surinam cherries, which he eats with every appearance of relish, morbid reflections notwithstanding. Eva is not afraid. ‘Because you were thinking about death.’ ‘They asked me to go around saying the Lord’s name. Eva says, ‘You could get a moontan.’
‘Does the moon spin? And then, gazing through the windshield at her fellow motorists, who are busy pounding their horns in the maddening and ineffectual manner of city people everywhere, she sees Yahweh again.  
Now Eva declares that she’s going to eat a passion fruit.  
As the poet James Schuyler writes: ‘Now it’s tomorrow, as usual.’ The sun rises, a bird begins to scream in the yard, and it’s time once again to undertake the complex business of daily life. Like a bagman.’
‘Did you remember this because of the car accident?’ ‘Yes.’
Murphy nods sadly. Some of them are man-made. Eva watches a few pelicans fly past with what the poet Elizabeth Bishop once called ‘humorous elbowings’, a phrase she knows without having to look it up, although she could do so very easily, as we’ve just said. In Florida, there is never a moment when you can’t hear the sounds of lawn care. Or is it that we instinctively prefer a savanna-like environment similar to the one in which our species was born? It never fails to amaze me.’
But it’s a dream, it’s just a dream, it must be a dream, because that’s all there is. The wholeness and singleness. That’s the world we live in. Slow to anger and always merciful. Murphy, to his credit, says nothing, and moments later they’re back on I-95, northbound this time, the city disappearing behind them, the sun setting like a piece of pink candy over the Everglades. A lunatic is someone afflicted with moonsanity.’
It doesn’t spin, to answer Murphy’s question. Its ‘actual’ average orbital period is twenty-nine Earth days, twelve Earth hours, forty-four Earth minutes, and three Earth seconds. It’s one thing to know and quite another thing to understand. The aerial fig roots have to be cut before they reach the ground. This is why she decides to flee – for this reason and no other – and yet when she thinks of this evening much later, out there on the great American road, under the pale sky of the high plains or the sugar pines of the Sierra or the mists and fog of the Pacific Northwest, she won’t remember the moment of decision or the sounds of lawn care or the light in the palm trees. Then she has a cascade of troubling thoughts – that life is ephemeral, that beauty is ephemeral, that beauty is inseparable from the ephemeralness of life, that beauty is the perception of life’s ephemeralness – and then she closes her eyes and tries to stop thinking about these things, which are nothing more, after all, than thoughts of death. The whole thing seems like one fiber in a vast and inscrutable web of intentionality, and she finds herself thinking: a clue. They always do.’
‘You,’ says the angel. Sometimes it runs in the other direction. It involves three cars and a tractor-trailer. in a year or two. Title image ©   wondereye If all goes well, they should be able to get back to their apartment in fifteen minutes. He’s in the right lane, a few car lengths in front of her, and he doesn’t appear to have seen her. The only way to avoid witnessing the deaths of his loved ones is to die a tragic and premature death himself, and in that case his loved ones will have to witness it. They have seen the accident, they know that it’s the result of carelessness or drunkenness or texting-while-driving, and both of them are angry and frustrated. Maybe he delights in the spectacle of destruction. ‘You,’ he says. Those are the facts. All he knows for certain is that he and everyone he loves will die. And yet Eva knows intuitively, as she’d know in a dream, that he’s here for her.  
Two screaming parakeets flap by above Murphy’s head, and he turns to shout at them as they go. Yahweh is wearing sunglasses and an elegant linen shirt and he’s attended by a deputy angel of some kind. ‘Can you speak?’
Eva finds that she cannot. Maybe the most remarkable thing is not this magical human ability to move thousands of pounds of metal in short order but our unexamined conviction that the job can and should be accomplished so swiftly. I can’t remember if it spins.’
‘I remember from somewhere that they did their manned lunar explorations at dawn, because of the sun.’
‘I guess it’s probably like a desert. A moment later she says, ‘They used to think that sleeping outside under the moon would make you insane. So imagine her surprise when she sighs and adjusts her pillow and there at the foot of the bed is Yahweh, god of the Israelites and troubled protagonist of the Hebrew Bible. The length of a lunar day is equal to the period of time required to complete its orbit of the earth. There are no fatalities, thank heavens, but they’re stuck here while the municipal authorities clear a path. Eva wonders why it’s necessary to subdue nature in the first place. Murphy writes occasional restaurant and movie reviews for the local free paper, but he has yet to conceive of a more meaningful professional ambition.  
Eva rolls the window down and commands Murphy to return to the car. We know this because we’ve just looked it up. Now Murphy is the one thinking about death. Down here on US 1, which is also called the Dixie Highway, commuters from downtown are joining the aggravated motorists from I-95, and now a teenager in a champagne-colored Honda comes roaring down the ramp, darts in and out of traffic for a luminous high-spirited moment, and slams into a lavender Chevy Blazer. .’
‘She does have a nice voice,’ says Yahweh. The angel leans forward and glares at her. They are trying to decide whether to have a baby right away, i.e. Their conversation is less trivial than their errand.  
For context, if you’re a lover of context, it’s eleven o’clock on a late-April night in Miami. She’s looking at a box of latex gloves on the side of the road. Moonsanity would be the least of your troubles.’
They’re stuck here for slightly less than half an hour. Murphy seems distressed by this decision and observes that passion fruits are ‘so messy,’ but never mind about Murphy – it’s not always possible to indulge him. Eva, wistful Eva, feels a great weariness. The two of them are almost exactly the same height, but because human women tend to be smaller than human men, Eva is considered very tall and Murphy is able to wear a medium right off the rack. ‘You will go where you’re told to go, and speak as you’re told to speak. An eighteen-year-old Eva, just escaped from the dank Pennsylvania woods. Even the sunniest of people must think about death now and then, and no one could justly accuse Murphy of being a sunny person. Once again, she is not afraid. A reality-television personality has just been elevated to the presidency. It’s a beautiful sight, but she experiences the beauty of this moment as a kind of longing. He squints and frowns into the breeze. Eva doesn’t often press the door-close button, but she has staring eyes too, and her spirit is less placid than her languorous demeanor suggests. His posture is relaxed. The deputy looks more or less like Yahweh himself, minus the sunglasses. He counts ten construction cranes downtown – so much enterprise, and all despite the inevitable inundation of this low-lying coastal metropolis. She’s malingering. Her only thought is to put some distance between herself and that orange car. Eva teaches her classes and doesn’t think of Yahweh at all. You will ask the people you meet, “Have you heard the name of the Lord, which is Yahweh?” And then they’ll know that he is the Lord. This phenomenon is called sexual size dimorphism and it occurs throughout the animal kingdom.  
This time there is to be no discussion of the moon, nor any wistful reflection on the impermanence of an individual life on this blue sun-dazzled pebble of a world. Then he, too, thinks of his younger self –   that morose little boy, so oppressed by the suffocating snows and obscene purple darkness of the northern winter – and wonders what he’d have thought if he’d known that the cries of parakeets would one day become a routine irritation. “From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores.”’
Eva says, ‘From a soul and a foot and even into the head, there are no sounds in it, but.. It gives her a funny feeling. But because they go together, they approach their task in an unfocused manner and forget both the plain yogurt and the olive oil. Miami is the only major city in the contiguous United States with a tropical monsoon climate (Köppen climate classification Am), and the struggle to subdue wild nature is never-ending. ‘The Lord of Hosts!  

This is an extract from Aaron Thier’s novel The World Is a Narrow Bridge, published by Bloomsbury and available now.  
Murphy says, ‘I read once about somebody who set up a ton of mirrors to focus the moon’s light. It’s hot in the day and cold at night.’
Eva nods. Whether they remember the yogurt or not, whether they chart a new course for their lives or not, the trip home should be a quick one. When Murphy slides back into his seat, Eva says, ‘That’s where we get the word lunatic. It’s a routine moment of contemplation in the instant before sleep. In fact they resemble Murphy, whose mother is a Lebanese Jew. ‘She can speak. She wonders if the pain in her ear is the first symptom of a devastating illness that will culminate in her death. They are no more than two miles from home. As if there were no traffic in New England! On this April evening, in the low sunlight, in the steady breeze, the water of the bay is a pale sandy blue, like Cool Mint flavor Listerine Zero Antiseptic Mouthwash. Murphy reads a novel and takes a long walk. She knows that gods enjoy doing depraved things to human women, but it looks as if these two are here on business. But all does not often go well on the lawless highways of greater Miami. In any case, lunar dawn is a couple of days long – plenty of time for some manned exploration. She wishes she hadn’t said that thing to that person. as soon as possible, or later, i.e. At least the waiting isn’t as psychologically taxing as it might be. Eva shuts the car off but stays where she is. What she’ll remember is the box of latex gloves. They read the news with terror and incomprehension, like pedestrians witnessing a violent crime. It doesn’t matter, because when they do begin to move, it’s a short reprieve. As if Boston drivers were not savages, with murder in their hearts and flecks of blood on their glasses. Meanwhile, their Prius shuts off with a sigh. What kind of demented and malevolent deity would make such a world? I don’t think
I agreed, but I was having a dream problem where I couldn’t really talk. Next thing she knows, it’s morning and the dust is dancing in a thick bar of sunlight. Tonight Eva argues that having a child under ‘these circumstances’, by which she probably means America’s toxic political situation as well as the temporary nature of their domestic and professional arrangements, is an ‘insane and hubristic thing to do’, but she goes on to say that having a baby is always an insane and hubristic thing to do, since it means introducing an innocent person to the perils and sorrows of the universe, which is all to say, she says, shaking her head, that now is as good a time as any. In a sense, she longs for the very moment in which she’s living, marooned or not. Some are private. During the day it must be very hot. ‘She can’t speak,’ says the angel. ‘With respect to the stars,’ this takes twenty-seven Earth days, seven Earth hours, forty-three Earth minutes, and 11.5 Earth seconds, except it actually takes longer, or appears to, God knows why. It’s important to do these things together sometimes – that’s the foundation on which a solid relationship is built. He’s surprised to find that he can see the ocean from here. Whence the convention of the green lawn? Today is a day like any other. ‘That’s what I was told.’
He gazes searchingly at Eva and scratches his chin. She likes living in Miami, but she knows that Murphy, who has been having a difficult time these last months, will have been thinking of the traffic jam as evidence that nothing functions as well here as it does in his native New England. He has expressive hair and staring eyes. The grass needs mowing even in the dry season because people like to water their lawns. Do you agree?’
Yahweh crosses his arms. There are a great many islands floating around out there as well. A spray of flowers comes sailing out of the blue sky. Nighttime lows have risen into the seventies, the convective outlook is general, and the black vultures have gone north for the summer. They manage to buy milk, a few passion fruits, biodegradable trash bags, some toothpaste, and a bar of unscented soap. Eva is a poet, but she also teaches ESL classes. They have been exploring this question for weeks and they flatter themselves by imagining that they have approached it ‘rationally’, as if that were a virtue and as if the matter of hauling a new soul out of the cosmic ether were susceptible to reason in the first place. ‘Can she talk?’ says Yahweh. Gunfire can be heard, but only faintly. We might have hoped for a less changeable moon, but no doubt you get the moon you deserve. Coconuts have to be removed and carted away so they don’t fall and cause property damage or personal injury. The integrity of it.  
Eva is still sitting in the car. ‘Repeat after me. Murphy gazes meditatively at the islands, the Australian pines, the Listerine-colored water, the iconic skyline. He said he could feel the warmth of the moonlight.’
‘That’s a recipe for a serious moonburn. We might imagine that what she longs for is an alternative present in which she is not marooned on I-95, but that isn’t true. Native flora encroaches upon the man-maintained tropical lawnscape; exotic plants escape from the lawnscape and invade untended spaces. Then she eases the Prius up onto the median, reaches out to fold the side-view mirror back, and passes with an inch of clearance between two young mahogany trees. A mynah bird watches her from the guardrail. You’ve got the wrong woman!’
‘This is how she behaves in the presence of the Lord,’ says Yahweh. We’re just reporting the facts, or the putative facts. This causes a sequence of other traffic incidents and soon every lane is blocked and they’re trapped once again, and trapped at the very worst point, where there’s no place to exit. She is certainly not thinking about the Judeo-Christian god, nor of any other god, because she is a secular humanist who believes in goodness for its own sake, and in reason, and in fermented foods and renewable energy and a single-payer health care system. He tends to think of the moon as a cold place, he says, but he knows that’s not right.