Is there enough info for a comparison?

Is there two sustainable pictures with parallel thoughts here?

Gravity Happens
The bottle flew in an arc,
rolled on its axis, evened out by yaw.
At the apex, sunlight in the residue
glistened in silence.
 
The flight, smooth as lifting fog,
seemed endless. Gravity happens.
The moment of truth. The crashed.
The sun-shattered halo.
 
He walked up the steps, knocked, stepped in,
picked up the last bag. Tears blurred his eyes,
welled on his cheek, rolled toward the lump
that was rock hard in his throat.

Dennis

I really like the last stanza.  It is powerful.

The first is full of abstraction and as the introduction to the poem, it kinda bars the intro as a friendly invitation.

I wonder if the title will survive a more "concrete" image as intro.

I look forward to others' responses.

Dennis, I second Todd’s opinion.  A measure of the concrete in the first image would balance the comparison.  I would also like a stronger understanding of the relationship between the two images.  I’m a little lost as to whether they have a relationship other than a metaphorical one.

I wasn’t sure if “The crashed” was meant to be “Then crashed.”

I would keep the last stanza as it is.  It’s a good one.

Struggling to stay on-line.  

Here is the short version:   I think the title is misleading.   I am guessing as to what is going on.  Not sure.  Maybe the title needs to be Divorce Happens or Marriages Break UP.

Then S 1 can be scientific and tell us the bottle is flung into the air.  Then the bottle comes down with a crash.  The third stanza says big stuff, more than drinking, more than broken bottle. 

I think we NEED a different title.  One that will appeal to  everyone.  A scientific title is a turn-off for me.  I won't read it.  But that may just be me.

Yes, the parallelism is possible... close... I look for a hint in the first part to a failing relationship and the gravity happens is not enough to bridge that gap for me.  I especially like "...smooth as lifting (rising) fog" and "...rock hard in his throat..."  Last stanza is your power house!  Keep it as is.  There is no hint of children in this poem but my thoughts keep seeing a child's toy on the step... grandpa Dewell, I guess.  Good work, Dennis.