Stuck In a Christmas Globe

In the store, I pick up a globe with a beautiful scene. On a park bench, a couple is cuddling. Red ribbons and bows adorn the street lamp next to them. Christmas lights hung cheerily are encircling a pine. What might this couple be discussing? What joy might they feel? I long for the bliss they seem to share inside that globe. I shake it, and snow sprinkles down so prettily. Closing my eyes, I hold the globe and shake it again, seeing the scene again in my mind’s eye. Then I open my eyes; I’m inside the globe! Music of Christmas from somewhere is playing: “But as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” There’s a stranger at my side; he is dark and handsome. His fingers are twining in and out with mine. No words are needed; this is the language of love I adore. I am youthful again, feeling fresh as the crisp winter air, stirring with dreams and reveling in romance. This feeling – how long can it last? I’m stuck inside the Christmas globe. Should I want to get out? Suddenly snow is drifting down on me and the wonderful man. Some entity outside our sphere has found the Christmas globe. It feels like my whole world is shaking, but it matches the quivering deep in my soul, and I know that I do not want out. Dec. 1, 2019 for Bobby May's Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest