I suppose the voice has been with me since before my time on Earth.
And once I was conceived it guided the timing of my birth
Into the perfect circumstance for just that prime succession
Of events that would bring the lessons that would eliminate my obsessions.
I suppose that my mom and dad were chosen specifically for me
That the combining of their energies would offer exactly what I needed
To evolve into the adult that I have so uniquely become
To stand upon my mountaintop and beat my solitary drum.
I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache
& my energetic influence will be shifted to another time and place
Perhaps that voice will call, to remind me of what lives on
As I find an orbit in my new found sphere and new oceans to make waves upon.
Tricia Schwaba Poetry, from the archives