To celebrate my birthday my friend and I brunched at the Cliff House and then wandered the Sutro Baths. We walked into a cave, and listened and watched as the high tide splashed in. It was like being in a womb, hearing the heartbeat of the earth. I am with wombs these days. Where am I birthed, and how often? How many times does a door open to widen our perch to be more than branch and tree? When do we stir with the wind like leaves? When does the straw through which we breathe melt free?