Breakfast

There was a momentary flash of irritation.
I was getting my breakfast.
Raisin Bran from the cupboard.
When I went to reach for the box there were other things in the way.
The jar of oatmeal.
A partial bag of Cheerios.
Something else.
I forget what.
I had to move all three of them  to get to the Raisin Bran.
That is when it hit me.
Both the irritation and the revelation.
Why, first thing in the morning, were those things in my way.
And, how dare I complain that there is food in the cupboard.
That I have to move some to get to more.