A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Eighty-Four

I was asked to write a poem that was hopeful and positive for an upcoming project, and I am not really in that space most of the time at the moment.  I'd tried to think about it and come up with an idea through concerted effort, but it just kept feeling trite and falling apart on me.  In a few cases, I began with an idea and found it spun out in another direction, or didn't really feel quite the way I had expected it would, when I was finished.  At some point, I just set it aside and let myself write a bunch of other poems instead.  The thing is, though, after writing for a bit on some other poems, I began one that just started to take shape.  It didn't actually begin in a place that felt, at the time of writing it, all that optimistic, but as it continued, it took on an energy and momentum.  I didn't think it out or even expect it in that moment, but there it was, this poem I had been thinking about and circling around for several days already.  It wasn't just that it was more positive, but, at this point, that it reflected the sort of ideas I had been thinking of and was already trying to make work.  It is as if I set the idea into motion and then, by just stepping away, it came together outside my awareness.  Perhaps that is the way I should approach this new novel idea as well?  I don't know if it is as reasonable for a work of that sort, but if I don't have a clearer sense of it by the time I am ready to start, I may go for it.  That seems like a better idea than putting it aside even with the intention of returning.