Upcycled, mixed media artwork by Keely Jane
Wind Farms of Central Illinois
The turbines span I-55,
Bright Stalk, Blooming Grove,
twenty miles past Bloomington
on the way to Chicago.
Silver blades spin silent,
tape deck reels without a player,
pulling wind through their teeth,
filtering energy from the cold current,
spitting back in a sea of clouds.
Approaching the array at night
strikes a funny note of dread;
their lights blink in perfect unison
like hundreds of red eyes
on the half shell of a scallop.
You are pulled into the great maw,
lights flashing in your periphery,
until you, too, are passed to a blank horizon,
afterimage fading, each drive left further
bereft of something you do not know.