Most Like a Sigh

Last night the south wind rattled round my house
rain rolled in and hid the horizon
blurring boundaries, rendering distance uncertain.
I move slow and tentative
through familiar rooms, like someone
newly waked from sleep.
Where are my limbs, my hands
where is the end of me? Dissolving
into rain, into the world
like a tired raindrop into the arms of the sea
with the tiniest splash, a sound
most like a sob
a sound most like a sigh--
Bismillah.