Soon It Will Be
by Thomas O’Connell

The snow is falling; big flakes in straight lines, like cartoon snow.

Each department store window is a reliquary. We admire the elves for their mechanical dedication to the fulfillment of our desires. In the midst of it all is a train whose every destination implies gingerbread. “Silver Bells” is playing over loudspeakers, hidden on columns amongst garland and colored balls. The man behind the counter watches us, sure that we are thieves; we are, but steal nothing during the season. On the corner outside we watch the street lamp, hypnotized by the constancy of the falling snow.

Nothing in our lives will ever be as difficult as pulling on the second mitten.

SOURCE: Originally published in The Linnet’s Wings.

PHOTO: Stocking, 1964.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Hudson River in Beacon, New York, where he happens to be the 2015-2016 poet laureate. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in Elm Leaves Journal, Caketrain, NANO Fiction, The Broken Plate, and The Los Angeles Review, as well as other print and online journals.