Apollo’s Corridor

I have been afraid
to sleep
since I was eight:
to trust that I could
invite myself
enter through the almond-shaped door
and walkfall
down Apollo’s corridor
for long enough to wander out into the forest,
trace stretches of beach,
roars and roars of ocean
with adequate time
to find my way back
only to fumble
the keys
in my sleep-sweaty hands
where I find
I cannot
unlock the door
and open my eyes.