I drive the same route daily,
flip through the same stations,
but today all my radio presets
were phonemes and static.
I ruled out the weather,
because the sky was clear;
was it simply a loose antenna,
or something more serious
like a cyber attack
or an errant satellite?
Maybe the apocalypse
will be more subtle than the
splashy Hollywood CGI version
with lots of low end sounds
and chasms of hell opening
just behind my wheels;
perhaps it will be
the grounding of starlings
and losses of simple pleasures,
one by one by one.
Then, two thirds of the way,
everything cleared up –
I heard Bonzo’s drum solo
from Moby Dick,
the thunder
that had been missing,
and felt like I should pray
for his soul.
