Sleep assaults me
at every turn,
and I fight to stay awake.
Sleeep comes in torrents
of soft, warm water,
with the gentle gurgling
of infants
surrounding me with
tranquil eddies
of tenderness.
Sleeeep comes in droplets,
pelting me like a
wind-driven
sideways rain.
Sleeeeep sluices
down from the stars
into my room,
a cozy closeness
of presence
that sings in the voices
of those
who’ve gone before me.
Sleep like rivers,
like bones,
like dreams
of sleep…
I lose the sweet fight.
Goodnight.
Beyond Panic 