Setting out for that
secret place
where The Best
Ideas
fall ripe at your feet?

Tried and true is to
take a new route!
dazzle your dendrites
every corner
anew.

Rather walk the
same way every day?
Constance begats,
(what?)
I mean to say is,
chances are good
something
has changed.

Listen for it in the
birds and the bugs and
the heavy machinery squabbling
about color and shape and
the spot at the seam
where the gnarled
bark basks in the light
as it falls on the brick &/or
moss washed
with seasonal specificity.

In salute!
align
your
ribs
above
your
pelvis

Knees up!
Ahh
contractions are coming
(lie down if you like)
shut your eyes,
blissful sigh

and
PUSH!
Here it comes!

You’re about to have

The Best Idea!