Sometimes I get sad in the grocery store
Tears well up in the produce section while
I’m picking over avocados or broccoli.
As if the original sadness of exiled
Eve reaches out to touch me unexpectedly.
It’s probably hormones — or maybe
depression or perhaps just a deep
memory unconsciously triggered
by a half-heard song on the store’s radio.
Whatever it is, it’s sudden as a summer
shower descending from the blue
and leaving everything damp in its wake.