In the Arms of Morpheus

IN THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS Sing a sleeping-song to listening bundle in my arms: Large dark pools, pupils’ unblinking gaze. He sees in me what I saw in my mother. Eye-bonded, soother sucked harder - tsih - tsih - tsih. Make a funny face, wiggle my tongue: Slight smile, tired, resisting - The darkening windows of his soul glaze, roll up, swing back: He’s slipping in and out. Rock my tight arms: a tiny yawn, Arms and legs cease to struggle, Lids lead-heavy - close - open - close: Half-open pupils roll up. Tickle his nose: half-smile, lids close - Keep rocking, singing a little more To make sure he’s under, Then lay him in his crib - asleep. It is dusk: his is tranquil peace; His is absolute trust and security; Mine is delight to give it: He is why I have lived my life.