to get through

she dips
her eyes into a book on
this saturday
morning.

an old book. edges frayed.
pages
ear marked,
underlined.

it still rings true.
but another dose is needed.

another read, another study
to
have it stick again,
to help the hours
that lie ahead,

to get through.

what now? what choices
are there?

trapped again? or not.

how we circle back again
and again
to what was lost.