Satellites

Inspiration for me is like Satellites circling the earth

For days or weeks, you’ll get an amazing signal

From this thing that so far out of reach and outside of you

Then the weather changes and storms come

Or there’s too many trees or you’re in a building

Going through something or through some shit

Or sometimes you’ve just used up all of your data or bandwidth

Then sometimes everything else just disappears and boom there it is

Like a strike of lighting

Igniting that little light bulb above your head

Sometimes it’s just a flash

A spark of an idea

Sometimes it words, phrases, whole sentences, or an entire page

Or chapter

Sometimes it’s just a minute

Other its hours

Days or weeks

But eventually it dries back up

The satellite runs out of fuel and it has to come back down

Or it gets hit

By a meteorite

Or space trash

And all that inspiration burns away in a bright fiery instance

As a shooting star

Take those flashes as they come and store them away

For the rainy days when the inspiration doesn’t flow like a river

Where you have to eke it out

And claw it up from the ground until

You find that little well spring that bubbles up

And flows out