Kelly WALDEN, Spring 2019
. . . or Power Lions . . . or Power Loins
These women marching across the
be-skirted, holding up the infrastructure –
Nobody sees them, but they’re
everywhere, wordless, anonymous,
the wasp-waist walkers
Illuminating everyone but
themselves, powering the
entire essence of everything.
They tread on those tiny triangular toes
through every possible topography –
a graveyard, a ghetto, a ghost town,
a winnowed wheat field, a rival windmill farm,
a river, a rail yard, a riprap ditch –
Each one holding tightly to her
section of the circuitry that binds
us all together.
What if no one ever recognizes these
What if they turn loose of that
fragile filament or fall
down in that field?
They will electrify the world the day they
suddenly surge forward
and head steadily into that stunning horizon they eye.
Kelly Walden lives and writes in Paducah, Kentucky, where she was born and ended back up after 21 moves. She is married and has 4 children. Writing is her real love, but she created an ACT Prep business to serve her rural area and put sourdough bread on the table. She also loves cold brownies slathered in cold butter, trees, bubblegum pop and old country, the smell of hot asphalt, and the color periwinkle.