A Bedding of Algae- a poem about insomnia

Could you show me how to fall asleep again?

Like a child in a cradle

is there any step I forgot?

How was I doing it?

I rehearse all the steps:

the eyelids get heavy,

the muscles deflate,

the darkness lures me in,

the thoughts stop their ride.

I’m right between Here and There,

naked as a greek statue,

ready to slip into the nothingness,

and allow the world to do its thing,

free of my burdens,

free of my measuring the time.

Yet as I slip, I get pushed back

by a net of emotions

entangled on the handles of mind

it turns my free jump

into a flip of a fish,

failed whale on a sandy shore

suffocated by too much oxygen.

Who will come to save me?

Who will bear my weight?

My eyes sore beneath the silky eyelids.

I pray to the waves:

come and swing me,

make my repose

into a bedding of algae.