FIRST TIME Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg

Saying you are what I have
because you will never again
have anything else.

The first time you have to behave
as if it is the first time.

Good advice you give
to the one you only
have one of.

Or a stranger to you
who asks on the street if you can spare
five minutes,
like a thousand times
before.

The joy of suddenly being able
to see more deeply
is lightness.

That becomes free fall when
it no longer matters what
you do not see or hear, what
becoming on your own
is.