Backstroking in a pool of comparative luxury, <br /> <br />Gazing at the silvery morning half-moon, <br /> <br />Swept by wispy white clouds against a clear blue sky. <br /> <br />Shaded by trees birthed by the landscaper's plan. <br /> <br />While gently lapping, hugged by crystal water. <br /> <br />Wondering about my lifelong questions. <br /> <br />How was my soul assigned to me? <br /> <br />Is there a galactic bull-pen with ten billion souls, <br /> <br />Waiting to join someone formed by the creator's hand? <br /> <br />Jimmie's soul, you're up, at the moment of love's great performance. <br /> <br />You could have been with a wealthy noble, <br /> <br />Or destined to one struggling for survival. <br /> <br />Well soul, my eternal mate, you made the B-team. <br /> <br />Is it so bad? It's only for a few heartbeats.<br /><br />Jim Norausky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-soul-how-did-you-get-here/