I am from Chicago
The concrete bastion of the Midwest.
I am from Catholics
One whose faith withered one whose faith smothered.
I am from Sunday night political discussions
Hippies versus squares
I am from music
Ragtime, classical, rock’n’roll, opera
I am from limbs long tired and weary
Strong and persistent
I am from beer and marijuana
Believing there are no obstacles.
I am from doubt and hesitation
Believing I can do nothing
I am from vegetarian creations
And lamb cooking with mesquite.
I am from softball, basketball
Golf, swimming & volleyball
Running bases, around the world
Bounce or fly and red light, green light.
I am from the clarity of the Northwood’s night sky
And the roots of the mighty pines
I am from reveling in the spring-fed waters
Of nature’s liquid healing
I am from red wine and potato chips
Cheese crisps, smoothies
I am from trampolines and dance floors
Back-flips and pirouettes
I am from the rhythm of the universe
Tempting my lithe body into profound symbols
I am from love everlasting
& Eternal gratification.
Tricia Schwaba Poetry