Winter & Transcending History

Winter

Frigid twilight descends
Tracing the patterns made by the ice
One the window pane
My finger trace the kaleidoscopic
Patterns cleaved to the glass
A star spreading
Outwards, forever outwards
I step outside
Boots crunch on snow
I am on my way to church
And the ache does not diminish

Transcending History

The landscape remains
Ghostly magical characters,
Transcending history
Alien customs and traditions
Mapped out and restored
Brown bones and rotten teeth
Now an imperial possession
A colonial subject
Viewed from many perspectives
Embracing the mysterious
The amorphous, the unconscious
They wrested out autonomy away
Those paragons of Christian virtue