Poem: Hope of Snow

Christmas is the hardest time to be alone.

Hope of Snow

Prague is quiet, this Christmas-Eve day,
    the recent snow dissolved
    into a mild light rain,
    while Chicago opens its stores
    for the final mad rush
Every escalator at Water Tower Place
    jammed with last-minute shoppers

But it’s hushed in this river city,
    the last Christmas-carp
    from the lakes of Trebon
    taken home for a traditional dinner
In a moment, the rain outside my window
    has turned to gentle snow,
    collecting in the gutters

Scattered trams on holiday-schedule
    track their way in winding ribbons
    and there’s a rustle across the city
    of wrapping paper and secrecy
Tonight I’ll walk these cobbled streets,
    as Chicago closes down
Seven time-zones of troubled peace away

Europe or America, we share a hope
    for softly falling snow at Christmas
    and offer up our smiles
    and brightly wrapped packages
    to the same excited children
Here in Prague and there in Chicago,
    we are all children in the snow
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