Matt W Cook

writer.former fundamentalist.christianly fellow

Tag: cold

Winter Morning

Morning in KunriIt’s hard to get out of bed in the winter in Kunri.  My Canadian friends laugh at that.  But in Canada we live in heated houses with thick insulated walls.  In Kunri we live in airy cement blocks.  It’s not the force of the cold, it’s how we are set up to deal with it.  We put on our sandals before pushing open the bedroom doors.  Feet go quickly numb in the winter.  And once they’re numb it’s hard to get them feeling right again.  Short of a hot shower.  But those are hard to come by in Kunri.

Frost on my Window

Frost on my window
obscuring.
Fractals reaching,
yearning,
stretching without moving.

I cannot see beyond the
beautiful
holy
ice.

But that’s OK.
Sometimes beauty is better than clarity.
And to love is better than to understand.

Thank you for the frost on my window.
For the clouds covering my eyes.