I am the lost scarf chased by the wind, I am the snowdrift and the snow

Kathrin Köhler

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The night is dark and winter is filled with both.

I cannot see for all this waiting.


There is more emptiness than light

radiating down through the universe,

the great Void echoing my own.

This snow-covered wood is a great darkness too.


The cold steals inside me until I stand empty

and I am in the night as much as it is in me.


A chorus drifts through the stars

falls upon me as gently as snow

fills my head like a wave before the storm.

I will never hear again.


I open my hands—

if the knife is sharp and quick

will I be able to hold all my entrails              can I keep them from falling to the ground.

I’ve never gutted an animal before     only seen sheep or deer standing on the side of a county road

but I already feel the gush of life and blood.

It smells like minerals

like earth turned to flesh.


Which part of the Earth am I—has the deer seen me—


My blood can only melt so much snow

before it too slows and turns to ice.

Photo_KöhlerKathrin Köhler is a recent graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop. She lives in Madison, WI where she attended university and currently drives cab. She’s a woman between cultures, which can be a bewildering [non-]place to find oneself, though the view is sometimes breathtaking. Kathrin’s poetry has appeared in Strange Horizons, Stone Telling, and Goblin Fruit, among other places.