Skipping Chapters Poem by Susan Lacovara

I rise
On automatic pilot
Smooth the covers, arrange the pillows
Step away from where you used to sleep
Move into my day

Tucking a friendly book under my arm
Like holding hands with an old lover
You can most likely find me
Broken and buried in the bookcases
Of a small town library
So often my shelter
When sadness washes over me
The unseen, never forecasted storm
That leveled the walls of my heart
Leaves me with little explanations
Trying to make sense
Of something so irrational
Like skipping chapters of a book