MY BIRTHDAY
in the belly of night
rain hissing thick
as the dark--
wilderness of rain, centuries
of it, and continents
I wake and can't rest again though
I search for my
sleep in the sheets
stretch my hands
and grab for it
come away
with nothing
Is this it?
Is this the hour of my birth?
my heart turns simple
love suddenly refers
to just one or two things
I reach my hands out
again they are
so far away
and they move they move
what world is this
what am I in it