how I sleep at night

When it's over and it's dark and still and quiet and my busy ears are full of cicadas, mostly I can barely breathe. But I did all I could today, this day. Maybe the whole-long-run is no closer to me or maybe it's even further but I know what's done is done. Even if I can't let go of the pains and they're constricting over my whole being, inside and out and I think I may perish any time now, my mind can hide itself. All I can do is whatever I can do, and I do that. Then I can feel my heart growing, beating its beautiful music in my ears and it drowns everything out and I'm led away by the current and it takes me to another world and I'm waltzing with the wide open sea.