The Wind Farm – by John Laue

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN INTERESTED IN THESE ISSUES

Drive the narrow road
to South Point
on the island of Hawaii;
you can see them
looming in the sun:
thirty-seven skyscraper-high
graceful white tapered columns
set in three long rows,
a monster Acropolis.
The sound they make–
each triple blade spinning—
whooshes of pure energy,
musical heartbeats
wailing in the wind,
repeating eerie, drawn-out syllables.
Go there. Stand in their midst.
You can hear the planet turning,
a great dynamo
which generates its force
from the beginning
to the end of time.
Listen long enough,
you can feel our future
dialoging with the universe,
affirming our connections
to both dark and light.

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