I wake up in the darkand it’s already raining.Lightning far off—then the old manis asleep—snoring.My wife breathes slowly.If she’s awake,she doesn’t want to be disturbed,as I seem to be.Do I worry whether the creek will flood?Can I accept election results?What did I say to my coworkerthat his incompetence didn’t justify?It could be meor it could be this upside-down world.The old man is snoringas I lie awakeand it’s too late to clear the rain guttersclogged with rotting leaves,or bring in the patio furniture:already wet, and can’t get any wetter.