well traveled

quietly,
she packed
her telescope,
so that she could 
search the night sky for the 
"constellation of consolations"

handing the conductor
her tickets of apathy,
she reached down
calmly
for the callous burlap bag
of soulful burdens -
the one
containing her 
barely beating heart

she boarded 
the train of determination
striving to arrive
at that 
old familiar destination
of
solitary contentment