I Suppose

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

I Suppose

I suppose this voice has been in me since before my time on Earth. Once conceived, it guided the timing of my birth — the perfect circumstance for a divine succession, of events that bring lessons that can eliminate my obsessions. I suppose that my parents were chosen specifically for me, the combining of their energies offering me exactly what I need, to evolve into the adult I have so uniquely become, to stand on a mountaintop, beat my solitary drum. I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache, my energy soaring to another time, another space. I suppose a voice will shed light on what lives on, as I initiate a new orbit with new oceans to make waves upon.

Tricia Schwaba, 2022