• Katherine Gekker

Katherine Gekker, four poems

Near Meander River, Near Miletus

A blue tiller’s curved prongs

rust toward red in some

farmer’s abandoned

field. One beetle crawls

along a scarred furrow, a doughboy

in a trench, no way to turn around,

no way to climb out,

the only way – forward

Each step limits the next

step’s choice

or expands it, temple

or field, fallen columns

and ruined gods –

these are and are not dialectics here

in Meander’s alluvium

Ruins surround us,

thin dogs prowl a barren

tourist stop, its

oranges, warm coke, no


For the first time in my life

I part my hair on the left,

stumble past myself,

unrecognizable, in mirrors. No one here

knows me, including me.

I need to lie in wait to see myself

One coriander- and cumin-stained

chickpea lies on the ancient

soil. If I were hungrier

I would pick it up

Now, Four Blizzards


The radio interrupts old songs, warns –

Severe winter storm!

Extremely hazardous conditions –

but you drive fast

into onslaughting snow.

Flakes like flashing stars

aim for my eyes,

divide at the windshield at the last moment.

The blizzard bends around us

like time through space


You drive at the speed of light

into dark, our convertible

hurtles away from the sun

in a blizzard of neutrinos.

When you turn on the headlamps,

light disappears into night.

We’re a star shimmering in the past,

listening to songs we cannot remember –


Except this: a blizzard disappeared

into the ocean, rimed the ship’s edges

white with ringing, stopped all thought

where metal ends.

The ship groaned, then dipped

so we saw only water,

a dark wall above us, dark

except for reflected white and red beams,

reflections of the ship’s running lights.

This light disappeared long ago.


Everything quickens around you –

surf rushes our feet.

Ice, sand, feldspar sting our skin.

Snow disappears in the ocean,

stirs sand with hoary frost

until waves melt the whiteness.

The blizzard salts your

shoulders, your eyelashes.

I can’t catch my breath.

A wild song vibrates through dunes,

disappears in hissing foam.

The world bends toward us,

the world bends away.

Inside a Coffee Shop

I see your face reflect away from

mine in the window. At last night’s

dinner, you never once

looked at me. Finished, you folded