Could Be...

A memory turned into a poem.

For the first time in too long,
As I stared at the stars from
the bed of my rusty pickup,
I felt relaxed.

Could be the distance between
me and the rest of the world,
as my perch is currently
miles away from town.

Could be due to the weather,
as the brisk autumn breeze
helps to comfort me on
this November night.

Could be the way my life's headed,
with no real sense of direction,
and no particular hurry
to get there.

But then, I stop to look down at you,
nestled half asleep in my arms,
and I can't help but smile.
Could be anything...