walking the aisles
as one who is
hearing impaired
I have lost the ability
to hear the background
music that plays
in the supermarket
as I wander about
sans soundtrack
picking up pickles
tortillas and yogurt
to name a few things
all the while weaving
in and out of others
I’m not sure anyone
is really listening as
we dance down aisles
designed to be small
to make room for more
I’m a day at a time
kind of shopper
and I skirt around
one who seems to
imagine armageddon
based on their load
another passes with
more kids in the cart
than grocery items
so much food yet
so little connection
isolation on aisle four
my mental jukebox
cues up phil collins
oh think twice
just another day for
you and me in paradise
that one I can hear
Peace,
Milton