The Sounds of Sleep – A Poem

As he falls

asleep, his breathing

is like radio

static. When I

close my eyes

to let slumber

claim me, I

can hear snippets

of song, the

cadence of people’s

voices, and the

soft salient sound

of snow in

his breathing as

the dial keeps

turning. When slumber

finally comes to

take me, it

is to the

rhythm of his

breathing with the

beat of my

own heart.