I remember riding the back of an "airplane"
Through the aisles of a Safeway
I, an infant, staring and babbling
My father, my carrier, and myself lit in grocery store yellow
A Father's Formula Finding
For an unknowing child
Who grazed on his hands and feet
Bites were never few and far between
The aisles caved akin to Seven Falls
In fort-like stalls
Where my unmindful gaze
Strayed towards the horizon
Where nothing beyond existed those white walls
I was as small as my talk
As the walks to my mother's hand, which I was drawn
From dusk till dawn
Yet, it hadn't dawned on me, the days and nights in passing
Nine months old and no purpose in anything
All I knew was I was being
Forthwith, 18 and wishing
To return to a formula of infancy
Where my mother and father
Led the Safeway
For a child, oblivious to reality's grim giveaway's