Yesterday’s Idea

I had an idea

yesterday

for a poem

upon a subject,

that I thought

was a good idea.

I remembered it late yesterday,

having forgotten it earlier

in the day,

then I forgot it again –

not having acted upon it –

and, now,

today,

I have remembered

that

I had an idea;

but,

I can’t remember

what

that idea

was.

I’m sure

that

it was a great idea;

but,

we may never know.