Becky Kiel

Emerging Author

                     From the Wind

High above sunflowers bending in the wind
over brittle, yellow grass, metallic towers
stand. Mile after mile of prairie lies
invaded by shiny columns that loom over
grazing cows like a sci fi outpost. In a tower’s
shadow the rancher’s wooden windmill
whirs, drawing water from below the ground,
while the tower’s massive triple arms glint
in sunlight, making lazy turns above it all.

In the hotel room, I recall them as alien
on Kansas soil and plug the charger in
to drink power pulled from the wind
as I generate characters in a distant cloud.