Red Lights Blinking

by James Babbs

I stood in the dark kitchen
looking out the window
past my own backyard
past the grape vines and
the cherry tree
past the bean field
that last year was corn
past the houses and
the flatlands
going on for miles and
the red lights blinking
the wind farm in the distance
I stood there
contemplating
how I wasn’t getting any younger and
maybe
it was time for me
to start thinking about
what it was I wanted to do
with the rest of my life