As I recall
I resisted
the Sand Man’s coming
when I was small
and did not like
to close my eyes
in sleep.
I counted sheep
‘til I could go no higher
and then
against my will I yielded
only to wake up surprised
a little later.

Now I offer no resistance
and even court the Sand Man
whom my mother made for me
so long ago.

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