The market is busy on Saturdays.
People rushing about for fresh fruit
mostly preoccupied in self centeredness.
"Excuse me" is said apparently for the
benefit of no one. A white woman smiled
at me over the produce as we gathered.
I drove my basket in between and around
others who were oblivious to my politeness.
I just had to get to the onions, which are important
in most southern dishes. One more turn and
Ah yes, I see them just ahead. There is a black family
in the isle; I pause giving them time to walk by.
I begin to push my cart forward and must stop;
one black man is standing in my way, deliberately.
His eyes are full of contempt. I do not look away nor
do I move. Slowly his 6 foot 5 inch frame passes
by me, but the eyes to not. His glare is apparent
and I don't know why. I haven't done anything to this man.