Waiting for Sleep

He says it’s the letting go I’ve read about, a fall asleep sigh
as nothing takes over.
All those times on the couch reading, the bed waiting, lids too
heavy to lift
all at once drifting
away – that was practice, I suppose.

After three weeks without food, what does the mind turn to when it
finally knows
this will be
the sleep?  The nap that clings too tight.