an idea

an idea comes to you.
it's a fresh air kind of a
thought.
one of spring, one of love
and renewal.
maybe it's the coffee,
maybe it's the way
your jeans buckled up,
your shoes slid on.
maybe it's the way
you look okay in the mirror
this morning.
maybe it's a true feeling
uninfected by age
or time, or what lies ahead
for all of us. maybe.