INSPIRATION

Kristian Beatty

It’s raining.

Ideas flow in rain like, well.

I’ll hop in my car

Drive downtown

Get a view from the bridge.

That’ll spark something.

There’s something about rain.

The smell

And the chills.

It feels like it’s nature’s way of saying,

“Write something.”

“Nothing else to do.”

The wind messed my hair.

I take the time to fix it.

Someone might see, I say.

That someone is me.

It’s cold out.

I’m cold.

You can see the gallery from the bridge.

They keep ideas there, don’t you know.

You’re even allowed to see them.

No touching though.

They don’t like that.

Can you blame them?

The bridge is up ahead.

My coffee isn’t the best.

The rain is letting up too.

My hair looks good though.

Well, I think so anyways.

I think.

I hit the bridge.

I’m met with a spectacular view

Of a ten foot wall

Blue as the river I can’t see.

“Under Construction.”

I suppose it is.

The radio says we live in uncertain times.

But it’s okay.

Dairy Queen is still here.

We don’t live in uncertain times.

If anything, 

we’ve never been more certain.