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