The narrow aisle
is jammed with carts.

The man strains
to reach that last box of rigatoni
on the highest shelf.

The woman searches the shelves,
but the wailing child
interrupts her.

The wailing child
is hungry, but the mother
has nothing to give.

The old man shuffles slowly,
carrying lonely items
meant for one.

The wailing child
thrashes his tiny arms
and hits a shelf.

The man, the woman,
the mother, the old man,
and the wailing child
all see the jar fall.

But not one can stop it
from crashing to the floor.

Clean up in aisle five.