I rarely feel comfortable writing about/discussing the meaning of my own work. Trying to compose an artist’s statement is much more difficult than writing the poem itself. If I felt that a poem needed (or if any reader wanted) an explanation, clarification, or other words with the suffix “-tion” , the poem would not be complete, or I would need to write another poem, another creature altogether.
“The First Time”, I hope, can speak for itself, speak to you, the reader, without me adding to your reading, or (and this is what I’m terrified of!) taking away from it. I would, however, like to give credit to Sheryl St. Germain for the first line, along with being an amazing woman and an incredible inspiration to my work. (The first line is taken from her brilliant poem “Addiction”.)
So, even though I birthed this short creation, I offer it up to you to interpret as you will, to be moved as much as it allows, and despite my objections to writing a statement, I welcome any and all feedback: observations, criticisms, arguments. Namaste.