No Rapture

Your cat: unphased
by the relentless booming and yellow
shrieks of a late-night electrical storm.

You: awakened to wonder
if it’s time—time to do something
as hail pings against shut windows

the way car wheels turn
on gravel. That’s it—that’s the setting,
action, plot, conclusion, neither

tragic nor comic, open
ended as 3 am in May.