Self Portrait as a Wind Turbine Blade in the Midwest At birth, I was a middle-aged woman.  I’ve been touched by more hands and wings— Every morning, a little sleep just after  sunrise, and then I change direction. Every  morning, I’m wet as the girl who just figured  out how to come. After the trucks with their  charges: Holsteins, Bovines, corn, and gasoline.  What it’s like to be a part of the desert. What it’s  like to never leave home. I used to think I was  too good for