poem about when I emotionally related to stuckness

Someone Pushing a Shopping Cart Got Caught In A Pothole at the End of My Driveway While I was Getting Out of the Car

the cart noise stopped

I watched
and felt guilty
while you
couldn’t push
that cart out
the hole

I am sorry
that I only thought
about helping

and only moved
to stay hidden

when you stepped
back and leaned your
forehead on the two liters