Inspiration-in this moment

At this moment, I am aware of the whirring of the fan in the computer modem and the cars passing on the wet 82nd St. pavement because it has rained. My fingers are the loudest, pounding the keys quickly as I type these words. I receive a text message, and my cell phone beeps five times in a row. When I turn or move slightly, my nylon vest has something to say. The wind picked up enough for me to notice just a second ago. I scratch my head for a moment, it's so much louder than it should be. And this is quiet...